 | Salem Town - 1848 - 300 páginas
...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...lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings; yet — the dead are there; And millions in those... | |
 | 1848 - 276 páginas
...globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.—Take the wings Of morning—and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous...rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings—yet—the dead are there, And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years... | |
 | 1848 - 272 páginas
...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 Of morning, and the Barean desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hear no sounds... | |
 | William Russell - 1849 - 310 páginas
...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...lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings, — yet the dead are there ; And millions, in those... | |
 | William Russell - 1849 - 320 páginas
...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...lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings, — yet the dead are there ; And millions, in those... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1849 - 384 páginas
...globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.—Take the wings Of morning—and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous...rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings—yet—the dead are there: And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years... | |
 | Truman Rickard, Hiram Orcutt - 1850 - 130 páginas
...morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings, — yet...there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first 55 The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep, — the dead reign there alone.... | |
 | Salem Town - 1851 - 422 páginas
...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...lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon,' and hears no sound, Save his own dashings ; yet the_dead are there ; And millions in those... | |
 | Henry Bartlett Maglathlin - 1851 - 328 páginas
...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...lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1852 - 388 páginas
...globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.—Take the wings Of morning—and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous...rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings—yet—the dead are there : And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years... | |
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Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls 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 laid them down In their last sleep: the dead... 
