 | Benjamin Franklin Taylor - 1842 - 216 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 — tbe^byss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet on my heart Deeply... | |
 | Benjamin Franklin Taylor - 1842 - 250 psl.
...weary, to the- welcome land, Though the daik 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 Scon o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone — the abyss of heaven Math swallowed up thy form; yet... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 278 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...; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy shelter'd nest, (161) 182 THE BBOTHEBS. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallow'd up thy form ; yet on my heart... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1843 - 286 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... | |
 | 1843 - 184 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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 280 psl.
...thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, 'to the welcome 'land, Though the dark night is near. •> i And soon that toil shall end.; Soon shalt thou find...; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy shelter'd nest, {101) 162 THE BROTHERS. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallow'd up thy form ; yet on my heart... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1844 - 136 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...; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy shelter'd nest. Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not goon depart. He who, from zone to zone,... | |
 | George Willson - 1844 - 300 psl.
...weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. 6 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. 7 Thou 'rt gone ! the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart... | |
 | Modern poetical speaker, Fanny Bury PALLISER - 1845 - 540 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...; 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... | |
 | James Martineau - 1846 - 538 psl.
...cold, thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. 6 And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find...among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest. 7 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... 
