 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 558 pàgines
...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...its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1843 - 294 pàgines
...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...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... | |
 | Samuel Niles Sweet - 1843 - 324 pàgines
...decorations all Of the great tomb of man. 6. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, The 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 Oregon, and hears no... | |
 | 1843 - 434 pàgines
...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...slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce ; Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no... | |
 | Hugh Murray - 1844 - 392 pàgines
...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...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... | |
 | John Goldsbury, William Russell - 1844 - 444 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Thomas Wright (of Borthwick, Scotland.) - 1844 - 572 pàgines
...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. AH that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of... | |
 | William Morrison Engles - 1844 - 274 pàgines
...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. AH that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 494 pàgines
...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...slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce ; Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no... | |
 | James Edward Murdoch, William Russell - 1845 - 374 pàgines
...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...bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, — and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no... | |
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All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. 
