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" All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom... "
The Poets and Poetry of America - Страница 172
по Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1855 - 622 страници
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The Inquirer, Том 1

1822
...the infinite 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...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...

Specimens of the American Poets

Henry Roscoe - 1822 - 283 страници
...the infinite 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...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...

The American First Class Book, Or, Exercises in Reading and Recitation, Книга 4

John Pierpont - 1823 - 480 страници
...infinite host of heaven, , Are ginning on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the...lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound, 22 * 2S8 THE AMERICAN (Lew<ra 11T. Save his own dashings — yet — the...

The United States Literary Gazette, Том 1

1825
...the infinite 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 in its bosom. So -l..ni thou rest — and what if thou shall fall Unnoticed by the living — and no friend Take...

English Grammar: With an Improved Syntax. Part I. Comprehending at One View ...

John March Putnam - 1828 - 180 страници
...THANATOPSIS- BRYANT. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosoro. — Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods * Tear*, is a noun without a governing word ; Rule 15.— Hence, is an adverb ami qualities is understood...

Kettell, Samuel: Specimens of American Poetry...

1829
...the infinite 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...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 hi those...

The Edinburgh literary journal; or, Weekly register of criticism and belles ...

1829
...infinite 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...and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the contiguous woods, Where rolls the Oregnn, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead...

The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and ..., Том 2

1829
...thyself in the contiguous woods, Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound Save his own dash ings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes,...first The flight 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...

The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and ..., Том 2

1829
...thyself in the contiguous woods, Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound Save his own dashings— vet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes,...first The flight 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 lull...

Specimens of American Poetry: With Critical and Biographical Notices ..., Том 3

Samuel Kettell - 1829
...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...first The flight 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...




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