| John Pierpont - 1855 - 530 páginas
...his share, and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould. Yet not to thy eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone —...slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon and hears... | |
| William Cullen Bryant - 1855 - 320 páginas
...Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world—with kings, The powerful of the earth—the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages...are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.—Take the wings Of morning, traverse Barca's desert sands, Or lose thyself in the continuous... | |
| William Cullen Bryant - 1855 - 318 páginas
...good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills Kock-ribbed and ancient as the sun ; the vales Stretching in pensive...are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.—Take the -wings Of morning, traverse Barca's desert sands, Or lose thyself in the continuous... | |
| William Russell - 1855 - 310 páginas
...melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden s,iin, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are...slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, — and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and... | |
| Joseph Gostwick - 1856 - 338 páginas
...good, Pair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre. — The hills Bock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun — the vales Stretching in...slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning — and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and... | |
| Songs - 1856 - 712 páginas
...good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre. — The hills Hock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, — the vales Stretching in...slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning — and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and... | |
| John Wilson - 1856 - 416 páginas
...majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and, poured round all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste — Are but the solemn decorations...That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears... | |
| John Wilson - 1856 - 432 páginas
...majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and, poured round all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste — Are but the solemn decorations...That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears... | |
| David Charles Bell - 1856 - 466 páginas
...complaining brooks, that make the meadows green; and, poured round all, old ocean's grey and mekncholy waste, — are but the solemn decorations all of the...globe are but a handful, to the tribes that slumber in ite bosom. Take the wings of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce; or lose thyself in the continuous... | |
| Evert Augustus Duyckinck, George Long Duyckinck - 1856 - 808 páginas
...and, poured round all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Arc but the solemn decorations nil Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun The planets,...the tribes That slumber in its bosom. — Take the winga Of morning, traverse Bnrca's desert sands, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls... | |
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