 | 1833 - 508 strani
...waste I guide my steed, Among the high rank grass that sweeps his sides, The hollow beating of his footstep seems A sacrilegious sound. I think of those...crowded with old oaks, Answer. — A race that long has passed away Built (hem ; a disciplined and populous race Heaped, with long toil, the earth, while yet... | |
 | 1834 - 428 strani
...hollow healing of his foolslcpt seems A .aciil.vi.'ii sound. I think of lho«« Upon whose rest be tramples. Are they here — The dead of other days -and did the dust Of these lair solitudes oner stir with life. And kuro wall passion .' Let the might} mounds. That overlook the... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1836 - 288 strani
...waste I guide my steed, Among the high rank grass that sweeps his sides, The hollow beating of his footstep seems A sacrilegious sound. I think of those...crowded with old oaks, Answer. A race, that long has passed away, Built them ; — a disciplined and populous race Heaped, with long toil, the earth, while... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1836 - 286 strani
...waste I guide my steed, Among the high rank grass that sweeps his sides, The hollow beating of his footstep seems A sacrilegious sound. I think of those...tramples. Are they here— The dead of other days 1 — and did the dust Of these fair solitudes once stir with life And burn with passion 1 Let the... | |
 | Edmund Flagg - 1838 - 306 strani
...may our frame consume,, Th' immortal spirit in the skies may bloom." St. Clair Co., Illinois. XV. " Are they here, The dead of other days'! And did the...solitudes once stir with life And burn with passion 1 All is gone ; All, save the piles of earth that hold their bones, The platforms where they worshipp'd... | |
 | Edmund Flagg - 1838 - 280 strani
...spirit in the skies may bloom." St. Clair Co., Illinois. XV. " Are they here, The dead of other days 1 And did the dust Of these fair solitudes once stir with life And burn with passion 1 All is gone ; All, save the piles of earth that hold their bones, The platforms where they worshipp'd... | |
 | Edmund Flagg - 1838 - 280 strani
...spirit in the skies maj bloom," St. Clair Co., Illinois* XV. " Are they here, The dead of other days 1 And did the dust Of these fair solitudes once stir with life And hurn with passion 1 All is gone ; All, save the piles of earth that hold their bones, The platforms... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 328 strani
...waste I guide my steed, Among the high, rank grass that sweeps his sides, The hollow beating of his footstep seems A sacrilegious sound. I think of those...crowded with old oaks, Answer. A race, that long has pass'd away, Built them ; a disciplined and populous race Heap'd, with long toil, the earth, while... | |
 | 1840 - 322 strani
...waste I guide my steed Among the high rank grass that sweeps his sides', The hollow beating of his footstep seems' A sacrilegious sound. I think of those...crowded with old oaks', Answer'. A race that long has passed away Built them'; a disciplined, and populous race Heaped', with long toil, the earth', while... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 292 strani
...waste I guide my steed, Among the high rank grass that sweeps his sides, The hollow beating of his footstep seems A sacrilegious sound. I think of those...tramples. Are they here — The dead of other days 1 — and did the dust Of these fair solitudes once stir with life And burn with passion 2 Let the... | |
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Are they here — The dead of other days?— and did the dust Of these fair solitudes once stir with life And burn with passion? Let the mighty mounds That overlook the rivers, or that rise In the dim forest crowded with old oaks, Answer. 
