...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,...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...

...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,...night is near. And soon that toil shall end. Soon shah thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er...

...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...

...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...

...way along that pathless coast — 15 The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height,...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,...

...by reminding it of its destination, where the loneliness of migration will terminate in social joy: "Soon shalt thou find a summer home and rest, / And...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...

...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,...fellows; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rtgone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the...

...— 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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