 Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild blue waves till now, Roughening their crests, and scattering high their spray And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea.  Poems - Stran 96avtor: William Cullen Bryant - 1859 - 286 straniCelotni ogled - O knjigi
 | 1847 - 648 strani
...And swelling the white sail : I welcome theeTo the scorch'd land, thou wanderer of the sea ! " Nor I alone — a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in...to hear thy grateful sound, Lies the vast inland, stretch d beyond the sight : Go forth into the gathering shade ; go forth, God's blessing, breathed... | |
 | Timothy Flint - 1830 - 696 strani
...And swelling the white sail. I welcome Ihee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the SOB '. ' Nor I alone — a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the fulness of delight; And languid forme rise up, and pulses bound Livelier at the coming of the wind of night: And languishing to hear... | |
 | 1832 - 650 strani
...And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea ! ' Nor I alone : a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the...forth, God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth ! ' Go, rock the little wood-bird in his nest, Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse... | |
 | A. B. Cleveland - 1832 - 496 strani
...crests, and scattering high their spray, To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea! Nor I alone—a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the fulness of...into the gathering shade; go forth, God's blessing breathe upon the fainting earth! Go, rock the little wood-bird in his nest, The wide old wood from... | |
 | 1832 - 868 strani
...And .welling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea I Nor 1 alone : a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the...sound, Lies the vast inland, stretched beyond the sight lo forth into the gathering shade — go forth, God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth ! Co,... | |
 | 1832 - 952 strani
...spny. And swelling the white sail. I welcome tbee To the scorcli'd land, thou wanderer of the sea ! Nor I alone : a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the...languishing to hear thy grateful sound. Lies the vast island, stretched beyond the eight. Go forth into the gathering shade — go forth, God's blessing... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 strani
...spray And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea ! Nor I alone — a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the fulness of delight; And languid fonns rise up, and pulses bound Livelier, at coming of the wind of night; And, languishing to hear... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1833 - 288 strani
...swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea! Nor I alone—a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the fulness of...forth, God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth! Go, rock the little wood-bird in his nest, The wide old wood from his majestic rest, Summoning from... | |
 | Bela Bates Edwards - 1833 - 892 strani
...from the stanzas " To the Evening Wind." " — a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the fullness of delight ; And languid forms rise up, and pulses...forth, God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth ! Go, rock the little wood-bird in his nest, Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse The... | |
 | 1834 - 402 strani
...spray. And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea ! Nor I alone — a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in...forth, God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth ! Go, rock the little wood-bird in his nest, Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse The... | |
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