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Retrospective Review, Том 9

Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1824 - 408 страници
...complaining brooks That make the meadows green — and, poured round all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man." We now come to the prose writers. We shall speak merely of a few of those who have contributed to general...

Specimens of the American Poets

1822 - 298 страници
...complaining brooks That make the meadows green — and, poured round all, Old Ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the...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 Barcan desert...

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

John Pierpont - 1823 - 492 страници
...complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the...The planets, all the 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...

The Retrospective Review, Том 9

1824 - 408 страници
...brooks Thai make ihe meadows green — and, poured round all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy wasle, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man." We now come to the prose writers. We shall speak merely of a few of those who have contributed to general...

The United States Literary Gazette, Том 1

1825 - 426 страници
...the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and poured round Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the...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...

The United States Literary Gazette, Том 1

1825 - 412 страници
...complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and poured roui all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the...heaven. Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through tile still lapse of ages. AU that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its...

The Retrospective Review, Том 9

1824 - 408 страници
...complaining brooks That make the meadows green — and, poured round all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man." We now come to the prose writers. We shall speak merely of a few of those who have contributed to general...

Kettell, Samuel: Specimens of American Poetry...

1829 - 436 страници
...complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and pour'd round all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the...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 Barcan desert...

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

1829 - 516 страници
...complaining brooks That make the meadows green — and, pour'd round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste,— Are but the solemn decorations all Of the...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 Barcan desert pierce,...

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

1829 - 520 страници
...complaining brooks That make the meadows green— and, pour'd round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the...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....




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