 | Nelson A. Miles - 1992 - 298 strani
...Columbia, which once bore the name of Oregon, that Bryant refers in his poem "Thanatopsis" when he says: " Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save its own dashings — yet the dead are there." After passing the bar and entering the river one is reminded... | |
 | Robert Andrews - 1993 - 1214 strani
...grave. SIR THOMAS BROWNE (1605-82). English doctor, author. Urn Burial, ch. 5(1658). 6 All that tread. WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT (1 794-1878). US poet, editor. Г/ijnjiopsís, in North American Review (Cedar... | |
 | New England Historic Genealogical Society Staff - 1995 - 484 strani
...instruction, rebuild those walls, and exterminate the nettles and the thorns ! If, " All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom," then the simple rule of « the majority " would demand that the homes of the dead be made beautiful... | |
 | Jay Parini - 1995 - 788 strani
...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, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous... | |
 | Various - 1996 - 496 strani
...the tribes 50 That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls...Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there: 55 And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their... | |
 | Carmela Ciuraru - 2001 - 276 strani
...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...wings Of morning — and the Barcan desert pierce, Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet — the dead are there, And... | |
 | Paul Negri - 2002 - 146 strani
...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...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... | |
 | Dale L. Walker - 2002 - 484 strani
...1778 book of travels, and for the second time in the 1817 poem "Thanatopsis" by William Cullen Bryant ("Or lose thyself in the continuous woods/ Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound"). Bancroft wrote that Jefferson and Bryant had read Carver's book and that the poet "seized upon the... | |
 | Steven Gould Axelrod, Camille Roman, Thomas Travisano - 2003 - 770 strani
...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, pierce the Barcan6 wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and... | |
 | Charles Henry Ambler - 1918 - 262 strani
...Lewis and Clark. But, as late as 1817, the Columbia Valley was known to William Cullen Bryant only as The continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon and hears no sound Save his own dashings. It was left to John Floyd, a young Virginian, himself a child of the frontier, to bring our claims... | |
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Old ocean's 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 shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread... 
