 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 278 sider
...boding cry O'er the waves dost thou fly ? Oh, rather, bird, with me Through the fair land rejoice ! Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and pale, As driven...it bring to me ? Thou call'st along the sand, and haunt'st the surge, Restless and sad, as if, in strange accord With the motion and the roar Of wavea... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 280 sider
...boding cry O'er the waves dost thou fly ? Oh, rather, bird, with me Through the fair land rejoice ! Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and pale, As driven...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 the... | |
 | The Dublin University Magazine.VOL.XXII July to December,1843 - 1843 - 770 sider
...boding cry Along the waves dost thou fly ? О ! rather, bird, with me Through the fair land rejoice ! Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and pale, As driven...mates had shared The doom of us ; Thy wail — What doth it bring to me ? Thou call'st along the sand, and haunt'st the surge, Restless and sad : as if... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew - 1843 - 614 sider
...that boding cry Along the waves dost fly ? O ! rather, bird, with me Through the fair land rejoice ! Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and pale, As driven...mates had shared The doom of us; Thy wail — What doth it bring to me ? Thou call'st along the sand, and haunt'st the surge, Restless and sad : as if... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 558 sider
...•' O ! rather, bird, with me Through the lair land rejoice ! II. Thy flitting form comes ghostly dun and pale, As driven by a beating storm at sea ; Thy...doom of us : Thy wail — What does it bring to me 1 III. Thou call'st along the sand, and haunt'st the surge, Restless and sad : as if, in strange accord... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Eliakim Littell - 1843 - 614 sider
...dost fly ? О ! rather, bird, with me Through the fair land rejoice ! Thy flitting form comes glmetly dim and pale, As driven by a beating storm at sea;...mates had shared The doom of us ; Thy wail — What doth it bring to me ? Thou г ill Vi along the sand, and haiint'et the «urge, Restless and sad : as... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1844 - 136 sider
...boding cry Along the waves dost thou fly? O ! rather, bird, with me Through the fair land rejoice I n. 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 sur*rp Restless and sad : as if, in strange accord... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1846 - 428 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 by a beating storm at sea; f * Thy cry is weak and scared, As if thy mates had shared The doom of us. Thy wail — What does it... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1847 - 456 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...it bring to me ? Thou call'st along the sand, and haunt'st the surge, Restless and sad ; as if, in strange accord With motion, and with roar Of waves... | |
 | 1848 - 276 sider
...that 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 callest along the sand, and hauntest the surge Restless and sad ; as if, in strange accord With motion,... | |
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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... 
