...of ages past, All in one mighty sepulehre. The hills • Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun — tho vales Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The...slumber in its bosom — Take the wings Of morning, traverse Barca's desert sands, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and...

...ancient as the sun,—the Tales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods—rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That...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...

...earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulcher. The hills Rockribbed and ancient as the sun — the...a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious...

...the good. Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past. All in one mighty sepulcher. The hills Rockrlbbed and ancient as the sun — the vales Stretching In...a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. So live, that when thy summons comes to Join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious...

...ancient as the sun,—the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods—rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That...are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.—Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous...

...poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all 45 Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets,...that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes 50 That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose...

...majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, pour'd round all, Old Ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations...slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning — and the Barcan desert pierce, Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings...

...upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould. Yet not to thy eternal resting place Shalt thou retire alone — nor couldst thou wish...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...

...Country lad. "Rude" means unsophisticated 2. Listen. rather than impolite. He is plowing the field with Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one...its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan6 wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon,7 and hears no sound,...

...Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven Are glowing on the sad abodes of death Through the still lapse...That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Borean desert pierce; Or lose thyself in the continuous woods That veil Oregan, where he hears...