| Hugh Murray - 1844 - 392 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...a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Still we prefer the lines "To the Past," -which are at once lofty, tender, and pleasing. Thou unrelenting... | |
| 1867 - 796 strani
...all Of the great toriib of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite hosts of heaven, Arc shining on the sad abodes of death Through the still...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... | |
| William Morrison Engles - 1844 - 274 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. AH that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of... | |
| Thomas Wright (of Borthwick, Scotland.) - 1844 - 572 strani
...grey 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...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... | |
| John Goldsbury, William Russell - 1844 - 444 strani
...| ALL II Of the great tomb of man. The gnlden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, 40 Are shining on the sad 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 the wings... | |
| 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... | |
| 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... | |
| 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,... | |
| Salem Town - 1845 - 296 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... | |
| James Edward Murdoch, William Russell - 1845 - 424 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...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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