 | Andrew Comstock - 1855 - 444 páginas
...the still lapse of ages, j All that tread The glo&e , | are but : a hand'fulb | to the tribes Thai slumber in its bosom. | Take the wings Of morn'ing, | and the Barcan des>eri ( pierce,, | Or lose thyself in the continuous woods1 Where rolls the Or'egon, | ana! hears... | |
 | 1856 - 518 páginas
...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,...millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of fears began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone. So shalt thou... | |
 | Robert Kemp Philp - 1856 - 388 páginas
...than the mighty sepulchre of the past ; and " All that tread The globe arc but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning,...dashings — yet, the dead are there ; .And millions in these solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep : the... | |
 | 1856 - 500 páginas
...those of death ; or rather, the inspiration of the former are everywhere consecrated by the latter. " Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce,...Save his own dashings, — yet — the dead are there ! " We enter a city of antiquity, — memorable Syracuse or disinterred Pompeii, — through a street... | |
 | Songs - 1856 - 712 páginas
...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...lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet — the dead are there ; And millions in... | |
 | Evert Augustus Duyckinck, George Long Duyckinck - 1856 - 816 páginas
...to the tribes That slumber in it* bosom.—Take the wings Of morning, traverse Barca's desert sands, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no somid, Save his own dasliings—yet—the dead are there: And millions in those solitudes, since first... | |
 | 1853 - 236 páginas
...their counsels to naught." — Russell. " Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God." Coleridge. " Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings." — Bryant. " The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould." — Bryant. " Child of the... | |
 | 1856 - 366 páginas
...their counsels to naught." — Russell. " Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God." Coleridge. " Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings." — Bryant. " The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould." — Bryant. " Child of the... | |
 | 1866 - 234 páginas
...their counsels to naught." — Russell. " Earth, with Tier thousand voices, praises God." Coleridge. " Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings." — Bryant. " The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy m ould." — Bryant. " Child of the... | |
 | 1857 - 452 páginas
...TllANATOPSIS. 199 Shalt thou retire alone — nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with...sound, Save his own dashings — yet — the DEAD ire there, And millions, in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them... | |
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The planets, all the infinite host of 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 Barcan... 
