 | 1829 - 520 strani
...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 laps? of ages— all that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.... | |
 | Samuel Kettell - 1829 - 432 strani
...of heaven, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread Are shining on the sad abodes of death, 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... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 strani
...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...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... | |
 | 1832 - 598 strani
...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...lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began,... | |
 | Sidney Willard - 1832 - 560 strani
...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...abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages." pp. 25, 26. The subject is a favorite one. The " Death of the Flowers" is the sweetest dirge we remember,... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 strani
...the tribes That slumber In its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, traverse Barca's desert sands, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls...and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there: And millions in those solitudes, since first The night of years began, have laid... | |
 | Robert Walsh, Eliakim Littell, John Jay Smith - 1832 - 648 strani
...gray and melancholy wasteAre 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 ihe still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its... | |
 | 1832 - 606 strani
...of man ! The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite hosl of heaven, Are shining on Ihe sad ahodes of death Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The glohe are hut a handful to the trihes That slumher in its hosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the... | |
 | Bela Bates Edwards - 1833 - 892 strani
...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...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... | |
 | 1834 - 402 strani
...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...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... | |
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All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. 
