 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 558 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 clashings — yet the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 280 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...continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound THANATOTSIS. 15 Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1843 - 286 páginas
...morning — and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound. Save his own dashings — yet...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 278 páginas
...Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound THANATOPSIS. 15 Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ;...have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead there reign alone. So shalt thou rest, — and what if thou withdraw Unheeded by the living — and... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1843 - 294 páginas
...continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound. THANATOPSIS. Save his own (lashings—yet—the dead are there : And millions in those solitudes,...of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep—the dead reign there alone. So shalt thou rest—and what if thou withdraw Unheeded by the... | |
 | William Morrison Engles - 1844 - 274 páginas
...host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. AH 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... | |
 | 1843 - 434 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...woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save hia own dashlngs ; yet — tho dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight... | |
 | John Goldsbury, William Russell - 1844 - 444 páginas
...abodes of death, Through the still ' lapse of ages. All that triad The globe II are but a HANDFUL II to the tribes ' That slumber in its bosom. — Take...pierce, Or lose thyself | in the continuous woods II Where rolls the "Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings, — yet — the DEAD II are... | |
 | 1867 - 796 páginas
...hosts of heaven, Arc 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 Of morning, —and the Barean desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods, Where rolls ihe Oregon — and hears... | |
 | Thomas Wright (of Borthwick, Scotland.) - 1844 - 572 páginas
...host of heaven Are shining on the sad abodes of death Through the still lapse of ages. AH that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the B:irciin desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no... | |
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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... 
