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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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Class Book of Prose and Poetry: Consisting of Selections from the Best ...

Truman Rickard, Hiram Orcutt - 1850 - 120 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 tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings 50 Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the...

The Last Enemy: Conquering and Conquered

George Burgess - 1850 - 326 страници
...population in all the past; and the mind will grasp the superior number of the dead beyond the living. " All that tread The globe, are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom." The surface of the earth, so far as it is dry land, is estimated at nearly forty millions of square...

THE LAST ENEMY; CONQUERING AND CONQUERED.

GEORGE BURGESS, D.D. - 1850
...population in all the past ; and the mind will grasp the superior number of the dead beyond the living. "All that tread The globe, are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom." The surface of the earth, so far as it is dry land, is estimated at nearly forty millions of square...

The Last Enemy: Conquering and Conquered

George Burgess - 1850 - 326 страници
...population in all the past ; and the mind will grasp the superior number of the dead beyond the living. " All that tread The globe, are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom." The surface of the earth, so far as it is dry land, is estimated at nearly forty millions of square...

The National Speaker: Containing Exercises, Original and Selected, in Prose ...

Henry Bartlett Maglathlin - 1851
...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 sloep — the dead reign there alone ! — So shalt thou rest ; and what if thou shalt...

The Fourth Reader, Or Exercises in Reading and Speaking Designed for the ...

Salem Town - 1851 - 408 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...Oregon,' 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...

The Elements of Reading and Oratory

Henry Mandeville - 1851 - 356 страници
...To breathe the airs that ruffle thy face And gaze upon thee in silent dream. Take the wings Of the morning, and the Barcan desert pierce ; Or lose thyself...rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashing ; yet the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years...

Student and Family Miscellany, Томове 3–4

Norman Allison Calkins - 1851
...live are few compared with those who are dead. See how different it sounds in the words of Bryant : " All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom." 2. The ground was covered with snow. (Wrapped, mantle.) 3. In spring the leaves cover the trees with...

Analysis of the English Language: With a Complete Classification of ...

Stephen Watkins Clark - 1851 - 168 страници
...Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. All that tread The globe, are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. All that breathe Will share thy destiny. As the long train Of ages glide away, the sons of men, The...

Poems

William Cullen Bryant - 1851 - 371 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 tribes That slumber in its bosom. -J-Take the wings Of morning — and the Barcan desert pierce, • Or lose thyself in the continuous...




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