 | George Musalas Colvocoresses - 1852 - 412 páginas
...Vancouver. These are some of the incidents of life at Vancouver." CHAPTER XX. EARLY HISTORY OF OREGON. " Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce,...lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings." NORTHWESTERN AMERICA is divided from the other portions... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 páginas
...lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are -but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. 8. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce,...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | 1853 - 560 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... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 páginas
...abodes of death Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are bnt a handful to tho tribes That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings...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... | |
 | Elizabeth Nicholson - 1853 - 412 páginas
...of death Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribe, That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning...lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and b,ears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet — the DEAD are there, And millions, in... | |
 | 1853 - 442 páginas
...of death Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribe. That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning...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... | |
 | Fort Hill Cemetery Association - 1853 - 146 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 —...; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flightof years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone. So shalt... | |
 | 1853 - 380 páginas
...it not. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. * * * * And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight...years began, have laid them down In their last sleep. How different is this old forest from the smooth woods, so trim and cleared, where picnics are held,... | |
 | Andrew Comstock - 1853 - 456 páginas
...OVegon, and hears no sound, | Save his own dash,ings — | yet the dead are therev ; [ And miirions in those solitudes, | since first The flight of years...laid them down In their last sleep, — | the dead reign1 there, alone(. | So shalt thou' rest — | and \\hat if thou shali fall, ] Unnoticed by the... | |
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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... 
