 | Joseph Gostwick - 1856 - 338 頁
...all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite...abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings... | |
 | John Wilson - 1856 - 432 頁
...all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man ! The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite...sad abodes of death Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings... | |
 | John Wilson - 1856 - 416 頁
...all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man ! The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite...sad abodes of death Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings... | |
 | David Charles Bell - 1856 - 466 頁
...still lapse of ages. All that tread the globe are but a handful, to the tribes that slumber in ite bosom. Take the wings of morning, and the Barcan desert...woods where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ; and millions, in those solitudes, since first the flight... | |
 | Songs - 1856 - 712 頁
...all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite...abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings... | |
 | John Wilson - 1856 - 412 頁
...all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomh of man ! The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite...sad abodes of death Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings... | |
 | 1856 - 500 頁
...those of death ; or rather, the inspiration of the former are everywhere consecrated by the latter. " Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce,...woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings, — yet — the dead are there ! " We enter a city of antiquity, — memorable Syracuse... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - 1857 - 456 頁
...round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite...woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings—yet the dead are there; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight... | |
 | 1857 - 452 頁
...of death Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribe, That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning...woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet — the DEAD ire there, And millions, in those solitudes, since first The... | |
 | John Seely Hart - 1857 - 394 頁
...all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite...abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe, are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings... | |
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The venerable woods; rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets,... 
