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...pleasing hope, this fond desire, • This longing after immortality? Bryant says of the migratory bird: There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along...illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. [23] He who from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way...

...merit. We fully recognize the poet in Thou'rt gone — the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form. , moreover, that this unity cannot be thoroughly preserved...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...

...thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge...where the 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...

...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,...

...thy distant flight to do thee wrong As, darkly seen against the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge...where the 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...

...thy distant flight to do thee wrong, as, darkly painted on the crimson sky, thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink of weedy lake, or marge...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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