 | Richard Henry Dana - 1833 - 508 sider
...boding cry Along the waves dost thou fly? O! rather, Bird, with me Through the fair land rejoice! II. Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and pale, As driven...doom of us: Thy wail — What does it bring to me ? III. Thou call'st along the sand, and haunt'st the surge, Restless and sad; as if, in strange accord... | |
 | Richard Henry Dana - 1833 - 508 sider
...boding cry Along the waves dost thou fly? O! rather, Bird, with me Through the fair land rejoice! II. Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and pale, As driven...doom of us: Thy wail — What does it bring to me? III. Thou call'st along the sand, and haunt'st the surge, Restless and sad; as if, in strange accord... | |
 | 1834 - 402 sider
...boding cry O'er the waves dost thou fly ? O, rather, bird with me, Through the fair land rejoice ! Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and pale, As driven...of us. Thy wail — What does it bring to me ? Thou call's! along the sand, and haunt'st the surge. Restless and sad ; as if, in strange accord With motion,... | |
 | 1834 - 406 sider
...dost thou fly ? O, rather, bird with me, ' Through the fair land rejoiee I Thy flitting form eomes ghostly dim and pale, As driven by a beating storm at sea ; Thy ery is weak and seared, As if thy mates had shared The doom of us. Thy wail — Whst does it bring... | |
 | Robert Walsh, Eliakim Littell, John Jay Smith - 1835 - 1138 sider
...bodiug cry O'er the waves dost thou fly ? O, rather bird, with me, Through the fair land rejoice ! Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim, and pale, As...of us. Thy wail — What does it bring to me ? Thou call'et along the sand, and haunt VI the surge, Restless and sad ; as if, in strange accord 118 AMERICAN... | |
 | 1835 - 562 sider
...boding cry O'er the waves dost thou fly ? O, rather, bird with me, Through the fair land rejoice! ' Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and pale, As driven...The doom of us. Thy wail— What does it bring to me ? ' Thon call'st along the sand, and haunt'st the surge, Restless and sad; as if, in strange accord... | |
 | 1836 - 268 sider
...boding cry O'er the waves dost thou fly ? O, rather, bird, with me Through the fair land rojoice ! 'Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and pale, As...of us. Thy wail — What does it bring to me? Thou callest along the sand, and h ami test, the surge Restless and sad ; as if, in strange accord Wild... | |
 | 1839 - 430 sider
...waves dost thou fly ? O, rather, bird, with me Through the fair land rejoice ! Thy flitting form conies ghostly dim and pale, As driven by a beating storm...The doom of us. Thy wail— What does it bring to me ? Of thousands thou, both sepulchre and pall, Old Ocean, art! A requiem o'er the dead, From out thy... | |
 | 1841 - 376 sider
...boding cry O'er the waves dost thou fly ? O, rather, bird with me, Through the fair land rejoice ! 17 Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and pale, As driven...it bring to me ? Thou call'st along the sand, and haunt'st the surgJ, Restless and sad ; as if in strange accord With motion, and with roar Of waves... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 sider
...boding cry Along the waves dost thou fly? O ! rather, bird, with me Through the fair land rejoice ! ii. Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and pale, As driven...doom of us : Thy wail — What does it bring to me ? in. Thou call'st along the sand, and haunt'st the surge, Restless and sad : as if, in strange accord... | |
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Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and pale, As driven by a beating storm at sea ; Thy cry is weak and scared, As if thy mates had shared The doom of us : Thy wail — What does it bring to me... 
