 | 1829 - Liczba stron: 520
...of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still laps? of ages— all that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wingg Of momipg, and the Barcnn desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the contiguous woods, Where rolls... | |
 | Cornelius Roosevelt Duffie - 1829 - Liczba stron: 444
...that tread The globe, are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. ——Millions — since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep." From their graves a small still voice seems to convey this prophetic caution to our hearts : " So shalt... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - Liczba stron: 516
...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... | |
 | J. M. Putnam - 1831 - Liczba stron: 174
...pierce, Or loose thyself in the contmuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save Iiis own dashings, — yet the dead are there, And millions...in those solitudes, since first The flight of years bega*u, hare laid them down In their last sleep ; the dead reign there alone. So shalt them rest—... | |
 | 1832 - Liczba stron: 604
...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...lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began,... | |
 | 1832 - Liczba stron: 598
...Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight...In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone. So shalt (lion rest. And what if thou shall fall Unheeded by the living, and no friend Take note of... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - Liczba stron: 1022
...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, traverse Barca's desert sands, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and... | |
 | 1832 - Liczba stron: 606
...lapse of ages. All that tread The glohe are hut a handful to the trihes That slumher in its hosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods W here rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound Save his own dashings ; yet the dead are there, And millious... | |
 | Robert Walsh, Eliakim Littell, John Jay Smith - 1832 - Liczba stron: 648
...host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death Through ihe still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the winfs Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls... | |
 | Bela Bates Edwards - 1833 - Liczba stron: 892
...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... | |
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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... 
