 | Lewis Turco - 1986 - 198 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... | |
 | Lewis Turco - 1986 - 212 страници
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 | Edwin D. Culp - 1987 - 204 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... | |
 | Lillian Watson - 1988 - 356 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... | |
 | Lillian Watson - 1988 - 354 страници
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 | George B. Perkins - 1990 - 2156 страници
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 | 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... | |
 | William Harmon - 1992 - 1176 страници
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 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 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... | |
 | Robert Andrews - 1993 - 1214 страници
...pompous in the grave. SIR THOMAS BROWNE (1605-82). English doctor, author. Urn Burial, ch. 5(1658). 6 ined. bk. 4. 1 1 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT (1 794-1878). US poet, editor. Г/ijnjiopsís, in North American Review (Cedar... | |
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All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom... 
