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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 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...

The United States of America: Their History from the Earliest Period ..., Том 3

Hugh Murray - 1844
...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. Still we prefer the lines "To the Past," -which are at once lofty, tender, and pleasing. Thou unrelenting...

The District School Reader, Or, Exercises in Reading and Speaking: Designed ...

William Draper Swan - 1845 - 484 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...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...

Town's Fourth Reader: Containing a Selection of Lessons, Exclusively from ...

Salem Town - 1845 - 288 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...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...

The American Speaker: Containing Numerous Rules, Observations, and Exercises ...

John Frost - 1845 - 448 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...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 shalt fall...

Town's Fourth Reader: Containing a Selection of Lessons, Exclusively from ...

Salem Town - 1845 - 288 страници
...the. infinite host of heaven, Are shining en the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the...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 fihalt fall...

Orthophony: Or, Vocal Culture in Elocution: A Manual of Elementary Exercises ...

James Edward Murdoch, William Russell - 1845 - 336 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...first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep : — the dead reign there alone." 3. Reverence, and Adoration* 1. " These are...

Elocution: Or, Mental and Vocal Philosophy: Involving the Principles of ...

C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 320 страници
...sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe, are but a handfull, to the tribes, That slumber in its bosom. Take the...woods, Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save its own dashings — yet — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The...

Elocution, Or, Mental and Vocal Philosophy: Involving the Principles of ...

C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 384 страници
...Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe, are but a handful!, to Ihe Iribcs, Thai slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and...pierce, Or, lose thyself in the continuous woods, Where lolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save its own dashings — yet — the dead are there ; And millions...

Elocution, Or, Mental and Vocal Philosophy: Involving the Principles of ...

C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 320 страници
...shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe, arc but a handful!, to the tribes, That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Bar can desert pierce, Or, lose thyself in the continuous woods, Where rolls the Oregon, and hears...




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