 | 1834 - 402 pàgines
...of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe, are but a handful to the tribes That slumber...In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone. So shalt thou rest ; and what if thou shalt fall Unnoticed by the living, and no friend Take note of... | |
 | 1834 - 406 pàgines
...heaven, Are shining on the ad abodes of death, • Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe, are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barean desert pieree ; Or lose thyself in the eontinuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1835 - 484 pàgines
...of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber...lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet — the dead are there, And millions in those... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1835 - 496 pàgines
...desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound, 22* Save his own dashings — yet — the dead are there,...In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone. — So shalt thou rest — and what if thou shalt fall Unnoticed by the living — and no friend Take... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1835 - 484 pàgines
...heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that treat TLe globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber...lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet — the dead are there, And millions in those... | |
 | 1836 - 362 pàgines
...of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber...Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his owndashings; yet — the dead are there; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1836 - 286 pàgines
...of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber...lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregau, and hears no sound, THANATOPSIS. 33 Save his own dashings — yet — the dead are there ;... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1836 - 288 pàgines
...Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound, \ THANATOPSIS. Save his own dashings — yet — the dead are there...In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone. So shalt thou rest — and what if thou withdraw Unheeded by the living — and no friend Take note... | |
 | 1836 - 268 pàgines
...of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber...lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound, Save his own.dashings — yet — the dead are there, And millions in those... | |
 | Frederic Henry Hedge - 1836 - 42 pàgines
...American treeThe Rocky mountains deliver up their furs to our hardy huntsmen. From Baffin's bay "To the continuous woods, Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings." wherever a new path of gain is opened, or to be opened, we are there with our capital, our enterprise,... | |
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Take the wings Of morning — and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings... 
