 Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe, are but a handful to the tribes...  The Fifth Reader of the School and Family Series - 第 315 頁Marcius Willson 著 - 1862 - 538 頁完整檢視 - 關於此書
 | 1852 - 652 頁
...when this old cap was new,' sang thus to the deep music of his own solemn harp : 'Тик« the wing« Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose...the continuous woods. Where rolls the Oregon, and bears-no sound бате his own daahings.' Well, supposing you should take the wings of the morning... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1852 - 388 頁
...globe 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 woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings—yet—the dead are there : And millions in those... | |
 | 1852 - 628 頁
...new,' sang thus to the deep music of hie own solemn harp : ' TÍKE the wings Of morning, and the Borcun desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods, Where rolls the Oregon, and hear» no sound Save his own doshinga.' Well, supposing you should take the wings of the morning and... | |
 | 1853 - 442 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...have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead rnign there alone. — So shalt thou rest — and what if thou shalt fall Unnoticed by the living —... | |
 | Fort Hill Cemetery Association - 1853 - 146 頁
...The globe are but a handful tn the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings THE DEDICATION. Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce ; Or lose...; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flightof years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone. So shalt... | |
 | Elizabeth Nicholson - 1853 - 412 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...in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and b,ears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet — the DEAD are there, And millions, in those solitudes,... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - 1853 - 492 頁
...ages. 6. All that tread The globe, are but a handful, to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Takeithe wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or...woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save its own dashings — yet — the dead are there; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight... | |
 | Andrew Comstock - 1853 - 456 頁
...OVegon, and hears no sound, | Save his own dash,ings — | yet the dead are therev ; [ And miirions in those solitudes, | since first The flight of years...laid them down In their last sleep, — | the dead reign1 there, alone(. | So shalt thou' rest — | and \\hat if thou shali fall, ] Unnoticed by the... | |
 | 1853 - 380 頁
...it not. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. * * * * And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight...years began, have laid them down In their last sleep. How different is this old forest from the smooth woods, so trim and cleared, where picnics are held,... | |
 | Joseph Warren Fabens - 1853 - 264 頁
...faint roar of a mighty ocean breaking on his ear, as he strays wonderingly downward towards the west, " in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings " — -words still poetic, and descriptive of what was once the fact, — or the weary and heart-sick... | |
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