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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 Poets and Poetry of America: To the Middle of the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 550 страници
...ages. AH thai Iread The glol>c, arc bul a handful lo Ihe tribes That slumber in its bosom. — Take Ihe wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or...first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead there reign alone. So shall thou rest, — and what if thou withdraw...

The North British review

1852
...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 solitudes,...

The Chinook Indians: Traders of the Lower Columbia River

Robert H. Ruby, John A. Brown - 1988 - 349 страници
...history along that stream. 11. The Cold Sick Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls...sound Save his own dashings; yet the dead are there. William Cullen Bryant, Thanatopsh I T WAS THE practice of mariners entering the Columbia River to sometimes...
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Early American Poetry: Selections from Bradstreet, Taylor, Dwight, Freneau ...

Jane Donahue Eberwein - 1978 - 398 страници
...morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness,2 Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon,3 and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet...there: And millions in those solitudes, since first M The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone....
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Essays and Reviews

Edgar Allan Poe, Gary Richard Thompson - 1984 - 1544 страници
...sky and list — is sadly out of place amid the forcible and even Miltonic rhythm of such lines as " }v9} Oregan. But these arc trivial faults indeed, and the poem embodies a great degree of the most elevated...
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Visions & Revisions of American Poetry(p): Of American Poetry

Lewis Turco - 1986 - 178 страници
...tribes That slumber in its bosom. Mother Nature seems distinctly unmatronly among such lines: ". . . 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...
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Early Oregon Days

Edwin D. Culp - 1987 - 185 страници
...once called "the Oregon.' This is the river which Bryant mentions in his immortal poem, Thanatopsis: Or lose thyself in the continuous woods, Where rolls...Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there. The navigable rivers of Oregon were the roadways for the early explorers of the West. If the magnitude...
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Light From Many Lamps

Lillian Watson - 1988 - 352 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...slumber in its bosom.— Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears...
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The River of the Mother of God: and other Essays by Aldo Leopold

Aldo Leopold - 1992 - 400 страници
...to consider what the sixth shall say about us? If we are logically anthropomorphic, yes. We and ... all that tread The globe are but a handful to the...That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning; pierce the Barcan wilderness Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears...
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Best Remembered Poems

Martin Gardner - 1992 - 210 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...slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon and hears...
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