 | 1821 - 526 str.
...lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side ? ' All day thy wings have fann'd At that far height,...night is near. ' And soon that toil shall end. Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er... | |
 | 1822 - 418 str.
...The desert and illimitable air, — 172 All day thy wings have fann'd, At that far height, the cool thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not weary to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon thy toil shall end ; Soon shalt thnu find a summer home and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds... | |
 | 1823 - 908 str.
...WATER-FOWL. By BRYANT, an American Poet. All day thy wings hare fann'd, At that far height, the cool, thin atmosphere , Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon thy toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer-home and rest, And scream among thy fellows , reeds... | |
 | 1832 - 358 str.
...coast ; The desert and illimitable air Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere ; Yet...shall end, Soon shall thou find a summer home and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone —... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1823 - 492 str.
...— The desert and illimitable air, — ^ Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet...night is near. And soon that toil shall end, . Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows : reeds shall bend Soon o'er... | |
 | 1824 - 452 str.
...coast,— The desert aud inimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet...is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shall thon find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1825 - 426 str.
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 | 1824 - 408 str.
...wandering, but not lost. " All day the wings have fann'd At that fair height, the cold thin atmosphereYet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near." Mr. Bryant has also written a pleasant poem, entitled — T' Green River," and another, " Inscription... | |
 | William Hone - 1826 - 876 str.
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At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. 
