 | 1834 - 440 strani
...of heaven, Through the still lapse of apes. 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, Where rolls the Orogon, and hears... | |
 | 1834 - 406 strani
...melaneholy waste, — Are but the solemn deeorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the ad abodes of death, • Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe, are but a handful... | |
 | 1837 - 830 strani
...amid the forcible and even Miltonic rhythm of such lines as Take the wings Of morning, and the Barran desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan. But these arc trivial faults indeed, and the poem embodies a great degree of the most elevated... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1835 - 484 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... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1835 - 484 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...of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that treat TLe globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning... | |
 | 1836 - 362 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...Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his owndashings; yet — the dead are there; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1836 - 286 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 Oregau, and hears no sound, THANATOPSIS. 33 Save his own dashings — yet — the dead are there ;... | |
 | 1836 - 268 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... | |
 | Frederic Henry Hedge - 1836 - 42 strani
...American treeThe Rocky mountains deliver up their furs to our hardy huntsmen. From Baffin's bay "To the continuous woods, Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings." wherever a new path of gain is opened, or to be opened, we are there with our capital, our enterprise,... | |
 | American Institute of Instruction - 1838 - 296 strani
...immediately suggest that beautiful idea of him who stands at the head of the list of our native bards ; " All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom." The facility with which the pupil, after a little practice, with the aidjof models and suggestions... | |
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All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. 
