 | Evert Augustus Duyckinck, George Long Duyckinck - 1856 - 816 pages
...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...scared, As if thy mates had shared The doom of us: Thy wuil— What does it bring to me 1 m. Thon call'st along the sand, and liaunt'st the surge, Restless... | |
 | Evert Augustus Duyckinck, George Long Duyckinck - 1856 - 808 pages
...Through the fair land rejoice ! n. Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and pale, As driven by a beatii.g storm at sea ; Thy cry is weak and scared, As if thy...shared The doom of us : Thy wail — What does it brii.g to me I • ra. Thon call'st along the sand, and hannt'gt the surge, Restless and sad ; ns if.... | |
 | Evert Augustus Duyckinck, George Long Duyckinck - 1856 - 838 pages
...boding cry Along the waves dost thon fly I O! rather. Bird with me Through the fair land rejoice ! n. Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and pale, AS driven...beating storm at sea ; Thy cry is weak and scared, A» if thy mates had shared The doom of us : Thy wail — What does it bring to me I m. Thon etJTst... | |
 | Edwin Percy Whipple - 1861 - 420 pages
...that boding cry Along the breakers 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 j Thy cry is weak and scared, As if thy mates had shared The doom of us : Thy wail, — What doth it... | |
 | Choice poems - 1862 - 368 pages
...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...doom of us. Thy wail — What does it bring to me ? Of thousands thou, both sepulchre and pall, Old ocean, art ! A requiem on the dead, From out thy... | |
 | Ocean lays - 1864 - 400 pages
...that boding cry Along the waves dost fly ? 0 ! 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 waves... | |
 | 1864 - 428 pages
...thou fly ? Oh rather, bird, with me Through the fair land rejoice ! "i. Thy cry ii weak and icared, As if thy mates had shared The doom of us. Thy wail — What does it bring to me ? m. Thou call'st along the sand and haunt'st the surge. Restless and sad ; as if, in strange accord... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1865 - 564 pages
...boding cry O'er the waves dost thou fly ? Oh rather, bird, with me Through the fair land rejoice ! n. 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 waves... | |
 | Frederick Saunders - 1866 - 412 pages
...boding crv 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...scared, as if thy mates had shared The doom of us : thv wail — what does it bring to me ? PERCIVAL thus interprets to us The Language of Flowers :... | |
 | Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1866 - 1010 pages
...boiling cry Along the waves dost tliou fly t 0! rather. Bird with me Through the fair land rejoice I п. Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and pale. As driven by a beating storm at sea; Thy cry is weak and scored, As if thy mates had shared The doom of us : Thy wail — What does It bring to me ? m. Thou... | |
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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... 
