 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 494 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... | |
 | John Frost - 1845 - 458 strani
...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...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 laid... | |
 | Salem Town - 1845 - 264 strani
...the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the. infinite host of heaven, Are shining en the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of...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... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 330 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...lapse of ages. All that tread The globe, are but a handfull, to the tribes, That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 538 strani
...melancholy waste,— [all, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are...the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe, arc but a»handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, and the... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 334 strani
...and melancholy waste, Are but the solemn decorations all— Of the great tomb of man. The golden pun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are...the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe, arc but a handful!, to the tribes, That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Bar... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 396 strani
...Are but the solemn decorations all — Of the great torab of man. The golden sun, The planets, alt the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad...of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that trend The globe, are but a Imnflfull, 10 the tribes. That slumber in its bosom. Take the wing* Of morning,... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 390 strani
...great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shilling on Ihe sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe, are but a handful!, to Ihe Iribcs, Thai slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or,... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 398 strani
...plaiu-'-s, all ihe infinite host of heaven, Are sinning on the *ad abodes of death, Through the st.ll lapse of ages. All that tread The globe, are but a handful!, lo the tribes, That glumli'^r in ita bo.vun. Take the wingi Of morning, and the Bar can desert pierce,... | |
 | Samuel Niles Sweet - 1846 - 372 strani
...melancholy waste,— Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. 6. 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 laid... | |
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All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. 
