...way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st...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...

...way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st...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...

...eye /• f Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, I Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink...Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though...

...way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st...pathless coast,-— The desert and illimitable air, — All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary,...

...nature with sentience and a capability of action, is one of the severest tests of the poet.] . . . .There is a power whose care Teaches thy way along...and illimitable air. Lone, wandering, but not lost.. . . . Pleasant shall be thy way, where weekly bows The shutting flowers and darkling waters pass, And...

...way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st...Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, • . At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, w.eary, to the welcome...

...and terrible, without tracing that sublimity and beauty to a divine source; without feeling that " There is a power whose care Teaches thy way along...and illimitable air, Lone wandering, but not lost." The divinities of Greece were not held by the people to be mere passive phantoms. They are supposed...

...way,2 Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st...Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rooking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side ? There is a power whose care Teaches thy way...

...the cold, thin, atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome laud, Though the dark night is near. There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along...illimitable air — Lone wandering — but not lost. Thou art gone — the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form." In those pure fields of ether, unvisited...

...way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st...illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. Dl All day thy wings have fanned. At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary,...