 | Salem Town - 1848 - 300 strani
...arid 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... | |
 | 1848 - 272 strani
...melancholy waste — Are but the solemn declarations all Of the great tomb of man ! The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are...in its bosom — take the wings Of morning, and the Barean desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hear no sounds... | |
 | 1848 - 276 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...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... | |
 | William Russell - 1849 - 310 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... | |
 | William Russell - 1849 - 320 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... | |
 | 1849 - 472 strani
...melancholy waste, — Are bnt 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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1847 - 390 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...• Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread s ty~^ cvv S The globe are but a handful to the tribes ' c " ? J1 ^ C. That slumber in its bosom. —... | |
 | 1850 - 264 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... | |
 | Truman Rickard, Hiram Orcutt - 1850 - 130 strani
...melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, 45 The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are...the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings 50 Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the... | |
 | George Burgess - 1850 - 348 strani
...population in all the past; and the mind will grasp the superior number of the dead beyond the living. " All that tread The globe, are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom." The surface of the earth, so far as it is dry land, is estimated at nearly forty millions of square... | |
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All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. 
