...move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green — and, poured round all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are but...solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man." We now come to the prose writers. We shall speak merely of a few of those who have contributed to general...

...majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations...The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, , Are ginning on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but...

...brooks Thai make ihe meadows green — and, poured round all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy wasle, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man." We now come to the prose writers. We shall speak merely of a few of those who have contributed to general...

...move • In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green — and, poured round all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are but...solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man." We now come to the prose writers. We shall speak merely of a few of those who have contributed to general...

...majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green— and, pour'd round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations...shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still laps? of ages— all that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom....

...that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and pour'd round all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste,— Are but...sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread Are shining on the sad abodes of death, The globe are...

...majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green— and, pour'd round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden tun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death Through the...

...that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks, That make the meadows green, and poured round all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste — Are but...solemn decorations all, Of the great tomb of man.' But of what is it the tomb ? Does the spirit die ? Do the blessed affections of the soul, go down into...

...majesty, and complaining brooks, That make the meadows green, and pour'd round all Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste— Are but the solemn decorations all, Of the great tomb of man. —[Bryant.] But of what is it—the tomb? Does the spirit die? Do the blest affections of the soul...

...majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations...abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages." pp. 25, 26. The subject is a favorite one. The " Death of the Flowers" is the sweetest dirge we remember,...