 The rising mist of day. Hark ! hark ! I hear yon whistling shroud, I see yon quivering mast ; The black throat of the hunted cloud Is panting forth the blast ! An hour, and, whirled like winnowing chaff, The giant surge shall fling His tresses o'er yon...  American Monthly Knickerbocker - Page 2081839Full view - About this book
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...tresses o'er yon pennon staff, White as the sea-bird's wing ! Yet rest, ye wanderers of the deep j Nor wind nor wave shall tire Those fleshless arms,...when the morning light Streams o'er the shining bay, Oh think of those for whom the night LEXINGTON SLOWLY the mist o'er the meadow was creeping, Bright... | |
 | William Swinton, George Rhett Cathcart - Readers - 1880 - 240 pages
...whirled like winnowing chaff, The giant surge shall fling His tresses o'er yon pennon staff, White as the sea-bird's wing ! Yet rest, ye wanderers of...when the morning light Streams o'er the shining bay, O think of those for whom the night THE HEIGHT OF THE RIDICULOUS. I WROTE some lines once on a time... | |
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...sea birdV w ing 1 Yet rest, ye wanderers of the deep, Nor wind nor wuve shall the Those flesh lesa arms, whose pulses leap With floods of living fire....light Streams o'er the shining bay, О think of those fur whom Iho night Shall never wake in day ! MASSACHUSETTS RAILROADS IN 1851-62-63. In the last number... | |
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