 | Marcius Willson - 1860 - 372 str.
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 | William Allingham - 1860 - 316 str.
...the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find...among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy shelter'd nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallow'd up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1861 - 272 str.
...care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast,— The desert and illimitable air,— Lone wandering, but not lost, All day thy wings have fanned, At that...to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows... | |
 | Christian lyrics - 1861 - 240 str.
...Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost, All day thy wings have fanned, At that...to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows... | |
 | Richard Green Parker, James Madison Watson - 1861 - 446 str.
...suggestive than any other expression he could have used. — ' IlUn 'it able, without limit ; boundless. 5. All day thy wings have fanned At that far height,...to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. 6. And soon that toil shall end : Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy... | |
 | Philip Henry Gosse - 1861 - 446 str.
...the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end. Soon shalt thou find...among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy shelter'd nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallow'd up thy form ; yet, on my heart, Deeply... | |
 | 1861 - 182 str.
...the cold thin atmosphere; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land. Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; — Soon shalt thou...among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy shclter'd nest. Thou 'rt gone — the abyss of heaven Hath swallow'd up thy form ; yet on my heart... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1862 - 276 str.
...care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast,— The desert and illimitable air,— Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that...to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows;... | |
 | Coventry Patmore - 1862 - 372 str.
...the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find...among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy shelter'd nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath s wallow' d up thy form : yet on my heart Deeply... | |
 | Albert F. McLean - 1964 - 172 str.
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There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless 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 stoop not, weary, to the welcome... 
