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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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Practical Elocution: Containing Illustrations of the Principles of Reading ...

Samuel Niles Sweet - 1843 - 300 страници
...decorations all Of the great tomb of man. 6. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, The globe, are but a handful to the tribes That slumber...first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone. 7. So shalt thou rest ; and what if thou shall...

Readings in American Poetry: For the Use of Schools

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 264 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...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,...

Poems

William Cullen Bryant - 1843 - 276 страници
...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...first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone. So shall thou rest — and what if thou withdraw...

Readings in American Poetry

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 264 страници
...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 ;...first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead there reign alone. So shalt thou rest, — and what if thou withdraw...

Poems

William Cullen Bryant - 1843 - 276 страници
...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,...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 withdraw Unheeded...

The Book of Poetry

William Morrison Engles - 1844 - 264 страници
...infinite 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...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...

Chambers's Edinburgh Journal

1843
...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...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...

The American Common-school Reader and Speaker: Being a Selection of Pieces ...

John Goldsbury, William Russell - 1844 - 428 страници
...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...

The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Том 6

1867
...the infinite 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...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...

The Doctrine of Changes as Applicable Both to the Institutions of Social ...

Thomas Wright (of Borthwick, Scotland.) - 1844 - 520 страници
...infinite 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...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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