 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 rest, And scream among thy fellows;...  The Household Book of Poetry - Página 56por Charles Anderson Dana - 1878 - 28 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1874 - 584 páginas
...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...fellows: reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy foim; yet on my heart Deeply hath sunk the... | |
 | Jay Parini - 1995 - 788 páginas
...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...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 has sunk the... | |
 | Paul Negri - 2002 - 146 páginas
...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...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 has sunk the... | |
 | Steven Gould Axelrod, Camille Roman, Thomas Travisano - 2003 - 770 páginas
...care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast— The desert5 and illimitable airLone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far...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 hath sunk the... | |
 | William Roetzheim - 2006 - 760 páginas
...— 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...summer home, and rest, and scream among thy fellows; reed shall bend soon o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven hath swallowed up thy... | |
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