 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 Poets and Poetry of America - Stran 172avtor: Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1873 - 666 straniCelotni ogled - O knjigi
 | 1822 - 764 strani
...morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous .woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet,...first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone. So shall thou rest — and what if thou shall fall... | |
 | 1822 - 298 strani
...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...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 those... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1823 - 492 strani
...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...lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound, 22 * 2S8 THE AMERICAN (Lew<ra 11T. Save his own dashings — yet — the... | |
 | John March Putnam - 1828 - 200 strani
...ami qualities is understood ; as, A period having arrived wh' it fifty jearsheiice, &c. Where roils the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings,—...first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep ; the dead reign there alone. So ihalt thou rest — and what if thou shalt fall... | |
 | 1829 - 514 strani
...morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the contiguous woods, Where rolls the Oregnn, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the...first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep— the dead reign there alone. So «halt thou rest;— aud what if thou shalt fell... | |
 | 1829 - 436 strani
...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...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 hi those... | |
 | 1829 - 642 strani
...thyself in the contiguous woods, Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound Save his own dash ings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes,...first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone. So shalt thou rest; — and what if thou shalt... | |
 | 1829 - 516 strani
...thyself in the contiguous woods, Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound Save his own dashings— vet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes,...first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep— the dead reign there alone. So shalt thou rest ;— and what if thou shalt lull... | |
 | Samuel Kettell - 1829 - 432 strani
...the continuous woods Where 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 began, have laid them down In their last sleep—the dead reign there alone.— So shalt thou rest—and what if thou shalt fall... | |
 | 1829 - 520 strani
...momipg, and the Barcnn desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the contiguous woods, Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the...are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since (irst The flight of vcars began, have laid them down In their last sleep— the dead reign there alone.... | |
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