 | 1852 - 620 strani
...gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,...Of 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 ;... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1853 - 328 strani
...fears, by a change in the outward appearance of those who survive. Philosophy may teach that The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,...a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom : and that it is therefore absurd to bewail the adding of a unit to the untold millions gone before.... | |
 | Edward K. Spann - 1972 - 292 strani
...readers only the cold comfort that to die was to share the fate of all men. Nature was the tomb of Man : The planets, all the infinite host of heaven Are shining on the sad abode of death. Bryant had left the poem in his father's desk, but Peter Bryant's frequent absences... | |
 | Gordon Douglas Young - 1981 - 268 strani
...mighty mountain which God//Yahweh coveted for his MThe realization that the millions who tread the earth are but a handful to the tribes that slumber in its bosom is quite ancient. Ishtar, both in the Gilgamesh Epic and in the Descent to the Netherworld, threatened... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Gary Richard Thompson - 1984 - 1572 strani
...sky and list — is sadly out of place amid the forcible and even Miltonic rhythm of such lines as l, or rather heavy, in its lower port thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan. But these arc trivial faults indeed, and the... | |
 | Lillian Watson - 1988 - 356 strani
...gray and melancholy waste,— Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,...slumber in its bosom.— Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears... | |
 | Aldo Leopold - 1992 - 400 strani
...to consider what the sixth shall say about us? If we are logically anthropomorphic, yes. We and ... all that tread The globe are but a handful to the...That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning; pierce the Barcan wilderness Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears... | |
 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 strani
...grey and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,...slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon and hears... | |
 | Robert Andrews - 1993 - 1214 strani
...pompous in the grave. SIR THOMAS BROWNE (1605-82). English doctor, author. Urn Burial, ch. 5(1658). 6 ined. bk. 4. 1 1 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT (1 794-1878). US poet, editor. Г/ijnjiopsís, in North American Review (Cedar... | |
 | Jay Parini - 1995 - 788 strani
...gray and melancholy waste,— Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,...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... | |
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All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. 
