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... Voices of the True-hearted - Page 2701846 - 288 pagesFull view - About this book
| William Cullen Bryant - Biography & Autobiography - 1975 - 586 pages
...below, has not been identified. 2. In the fifth stanza of "To a Waterfowl" (1815) Bryant had written "All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height,...the welcome land. Though the dark night is near." See Poems (1876), p. 31. 762. To Frances F. Bryant [New York] Wednesday Aug. 27, 1851. Dear F. I got... | |
| Saskatchewan. Department of Education - Education - 1910 - 260 pages
...calm. 6. Describe the character of the Duke of Wellington. Give quotations from the Ode. GRAMMAK. 1. All day thy wings have fanned At that far height,...to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. (a) Classify the above sentence according to kind and according to structure. (6) Write out in full... | |
| Edgar Allan Poe, Gary Richard Thompson - Language Arts & Disciplines - 1984 - 1572 pages
...— the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form. There is a power whose care Teaches thy way along reserved in productions whose perusal cannot be completed at one sitting. We may contin The Forest Hymn consists of about a hundred and twenty blank Pentameters, of whose great rhythmical... | |
| Jay Parini - Literary Criticism - 1995 - 788 pages
...rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean-side? There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast— The desert and illimitable...night is near. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er... | |
| Various - Poetry - 1996 - 496 pages
...or marge of river wide, There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — 15 The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering,...atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, 20 Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home,... | |
| Sacvan Bercovitch, Cyrus R. K. Patell - Literary Criticism - 1994 - 580 pages
...it of its destination, where the loneliness of migration will terminate in social joy: "Soon shalt thou find a summer home and rest, / And scream among...reeds shall bend, / Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest." Enviously, he notes that the waterfowl's lonely flight through "the desert and illimitable air" is... | |
| Paul Negri - Poetry - 2002 - 146 pages
...rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean-side? There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable...night is near. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er... | |
| Steven Gould Axelrod, Camille Roman, Thomas Travisano - Literary Collections - 2003 - 770 pages
...chafed ocean-side? 1. Where. 3. Marshy, splashing. There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert' and illimitable...night is near. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy... | |
| Steven Gould Axelrod, Camille Roman, Thomas Travisano - Literary Collections - 2003 - 770 pages
...a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast— The desert5 and illimitable airLone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned,...night is near. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy... | |
| William Roetzheim - Poetry - 2006 - 760 pages
...rocking billows rise and sink on the chafed ocean side? There is a Power whose care teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — the desert and illimitable...lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fann'd at that far height, the cold thin atmosphere: yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, though... | |
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