 | 1821 - 526 頁
...where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side ? ' All day thy wings have fann'd At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet...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... | |
 | 1822 - 764 頁
...coast, The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, hut not lost All day thy wings have fann'd, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet...the welcome land, ' ' Though the dark night is near. • • And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shall thou find a summer home, and rest,And scream among... | |
 | 1832 - 358 頁
...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...to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end, Soon shall thou find a summer home and rest, And scream among thy fellows... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1823 - 492 頁
...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...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... | |
 | 1824 - 452 頁
...a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast,— The desert aud inimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have...to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shall thon find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows;... | |
 | 1826 - 438 頁
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 | William Hone - 1827 - 858 頁
...coast,— The desert and illimitable air,— Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings hare fann'd, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet...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... | |
 | 1829 - 436 頁
...— The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fann'd At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet...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... | |
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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 land, Though the dark night is near. 
