| Louisa Caroline Tuthill - 1839 - 482 páginas
...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...Save his own dashings ; yet — the dead are there, Anil millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their... | |
| 1839 - 430 páginas
...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...Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings; yet—the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began,... | |
| John Keese - 1840 - 304 páginas
...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 Unheeded by the living, and no friend Take note of... | |
| John Keese - 1840 - 302 páginas
...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 shall thou rest — and what if thou withdraw Unheeded by the living, and no friend Take note of... | |
| 1840 - 452 páginas
...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...rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashing* ; yet — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The night of years... | |
| Association for the Improvement of Juvenile Books - 1841 - 250 páginas
...host 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...continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sounds, Save his own dashings, yet the dead are there, And millions in these solitudes, since first... | |
| William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 292 páginas
...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, THANATOPSIS. 33 Save his own dashings — yet — the dead are there ;... | |
| George Barrell Cheever - 1841 - 422 páginas
...of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the slill lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber...its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan deserl pierce ; Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound,... | |
| Andrew Comstock - 1841 - 410 páginas
...of death, | Through the still lapse of ages. | All that tread The glo&e , | are but , a hand,fulb | to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. | Take the wings Of morn'ing, | and the Barcon des,ert , pierce,, | Or lose thyself in the continuous woods' | Where rolls the Or'egon, | and... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 páginas
...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 its bosom. — Take the wings 'If 'linming. and the Barean desert pieree, Or lose thvsclf in the continuous woods Where rolls the... | |
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