 | William Hone - 1830 - 868 psl.
...wings have fann'd, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that...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 hath sunk the... | |
 | Agnes Strickland - 1830 - 230 psl.
...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. And soon that...among thy fellows : reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone : the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet on my heart Deeply... | |
 | Pierce Egan - 1832 - 426 psl.
...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. And soon that...among thy fellows : reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest, Thou'rt gone — the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet on ray heart... | |
 | Pierce Egan - 1832 - 432 psl.
...have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmospbew, Yet stoop not, weary to the welcome laud. Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil...among thy fellows : reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest. Tnnu'rt gone— the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet on my heart Deeply... | |
 | 1837 - 408 psl.
...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. " And soon that...among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest. " Thou'rt gone — the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet on my heart... | |
 | 1834 - 332 psl.
...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. And soon that...among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest * Written by William Cullen Bryant, an American poet of considerable talent and taste... | |
 | 1834 - 402 psl.
...have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere ; Yet, stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that...among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone ; the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet on my heart Deeply... | |
 | 1835 - 562 psl.
...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. ' And soon that...among thy fellows; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest. ' Thou'rt gone ; the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet on my heart Deeply... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1835 - 484 psl.
...weary, 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 : reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone ! the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply... | |
 | Religious Tract Society (Great Britain) - 1835 - 604 psl.
...to the welcome laud, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end, Soon shalt tliou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows : reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone ! the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet on my heart Deeply... | |
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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. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and... 
