| John B. Horner - 1809 - 142 páginas
...LITT. D., Professor of Rhetoric and English Literature in, the State Agricultural College of Oregon. Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan -wilderness,...thyself in the continuous -woods Where rolls the Oregon .... BRYANT : T/ianatopsis. COBVALLIS : MDCCCXC1.X COPYRIGHT 1899 BY JB HORNER. STATESMAN Joe PRlNT,... | |
| 1822 - 764 páginas
...decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the...slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous .woods Where rolls the Oregan, and... | |
| 1822 - 298 páginas
...decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the...slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears... | |
| 1822 - 758 páginas
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| John Pierpont - 1823 - 492 páginas
...the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, , Are ginning on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse...slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings . . Of morning — and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and... | |
| 1825 - 426 páginas
...decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death. Through the...a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. So -l..ni thou rest — and what if thou shall fall Unnoticed by the living — and no friend Take... | |
| Vicesimus Knox - 1825 - 426 páginas
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| 1825 - 412 páginas
...infinite host of heaven. Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through tile still lapse of ages. AU that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. So shall thou rest — and what if thou shah fall Unnoticed by the living — and no friend Take note... | |
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