 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 558 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...rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own clashings — yet the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 280 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...continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound THANATOTSIS. 15 Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1843 - 294 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—and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous... | |
 | 1843 - 434 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...woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save hia own dashlngs ; yet — tho dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight... | |
 | John Goldsbury, William Russell - 1844 - 444 strani
...abodes of death, Through the still ' lapse of ages. All that triad The globe II are but a HANDFUL II to the tribes ' That slumber in its bosom. — Take...pierce, Or lose thyself | in the continuous woods II Where rolls the "Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings, — yet — the DEAD II are... | |
 | 1867 - 796 strani
...hosts of heaven, Arc 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 Barean desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods, Where rolls ihe Oregon — and hears... | |
 | Thomas Wright (of Borthwick, Scotland.) - 1844 - 572 strani
...host of heaven Are shining on the sad abodes of death Through the still lapse of ages. AH that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the B:irciin desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no... | |
 | 1860
...has trodden the crowded streets of the Chinese city, and trembled with a nameless awe — ..... " iu the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings." He has mused over the ruins of the ancient world ; temples, palaces, theatres, hippodromes, he has... | |
 | John Goldsbury, William Russell - 1844 - 440 strani
...of heaven, 40 Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Or lose thyself | in the continuous woods II Where rolls the ^Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings, — yet — the DEAD II are thire, And MILLIONS in those solitudes, since first ' 5 The flight of years \ began, have laid... | |
 | 1844 - 452 strani
...country, and with the force of some long pent-up river, it is flowing from the Atlantic coast, to ' The continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashing.' But the greater its prosperity the greater is the necessity of watchful care, of conforming... | |
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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... 
