| William Cullen Bryant - 1847 - Liczba stron: 520
...the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings—yet—the dead are there: And millions in those solitudes, since...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... | |
| Salem Town - 1847 - Liczba stron: 420
...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 wmgs Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce ; Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls... | |
| Salem Town - 1848 - Liczba stron: 300
...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...of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep—"the dead reign there alone. So shalt thou rest; and what if thou shalt fall Unnoticed by the... | |
| 1848 - Liczba stron: 272
...pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hear no sounds Save its own dashings ; yet the dead are there. And millions...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... | |
| 1848 - Liczba stron: 276
...the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings—yet—the dead are there, And millions in those solitudes, since...of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep—the dead reign there alone. So shalt thou rest—and what if thou shalt fall Unheeded by the... | |
| 1848 - Liczba stron: 272
...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 Of morning, and the Barean desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hear no sounds... | |
| William Russell - 1849 - Liczba stron: 320
...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...their last sleep : — the dead reign there alone." HI. — Reverence, and Adoration.1 1. — [FROM THE MORNING HYMN IN PARADISE.] — Milton. " These... | |
| William Russell - 1849 - Liczba stron: 310
...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...their last sleep : — the dead reign there alone." m. — Reverence, and Adoration.i 1. — [FROM THE MORNING HYMN IN PARADISE.] — Milton. " These are... | |
| 1849 - Liczba stron: 472
...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... | |
| William Cullen Bryant - 1847 - Liczba stron: 390
...lapse of ages. All that tread s ty~^ cvv S The globe are but a handful to the tribes ' c " ? J1 ^ C. That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning...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... | |
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