 | Mary Forrest - 1861 - 574 páginas
...kingdoms of air — I know ye are heavenly, pure, and fair ; But oft have I seen ye, far travellers, roam. By the cold blast driven, round my northern...We hang our pale wreaths on the leafless tree : The heralds of wisdom and mercy we go, And perchance the far home of thy childhood we know. " We roam,... | |
 | Mary Forrest - 1866 - 564 páginas
...kingdoms of air — I know ye are heavenly, pure, and fair ; But oft have I seen ye, far travellers, roam, By the cold blast driven, round my northern...We hang our pale wreaths on the leafless tree : The heralds of wisdom and mercy we go, " We roam, and our fairy track we leave. While for nature a winding-sheet... | |
 | Henry Coppée - 1860 - 418 páginas
...kingdoms of air — I know ye are heavenly, pure, and fair, But oft have I seen ye, far travellers, roam, By the cold blast driven, round my northern home. " We roam over mountains and valley and sea : We hang our pale wreaths on the leafless tree : The herald of wisdom... | |
 | Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1881 - 1078 páginas
...the kingdoms of air— I know ye are heavenly, pure, and fair; But oft have I seen ye, far travellers g leaf, And flits in his woodland track. The shade...cloud and the open sky — He will haunt them all with ouv fairy track we leave, While for nature a winding sheet we weave — A cold, white shroud that shall... | |
 | Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon - 1893 - 516 páginas
...the kingdoms of air, I know ye are heavenly, pure and fair, But oft have I seen ye, far travellers, roam, By the cold blast driven, round my northern home. " We roam over mountains and valley and sea, We hang our pale wreathe on the leafless tree; The heralds of wisdom... | |
 | Henry Coppée - 1860 - 406 páginas
...kingdoms of air — I know ye are heavenly, pure, and fair, But oft have I seen ye, far travellers, roam, By the cold blast driven, round my northern home. " We roam over mountains and valley and sea : We hang our pale wreaths on the leafless tree : The herald of wisdom... | |
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... is above in the depths of the sky In the hollow of God's own hand we lie — We are fair, we are pure, our birth is 'divine — Say, what can we know of thee, or of thine? 