 | George Burgess - 1850 - 340 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Henry Bartlett Maglathlin - 1851 - 328 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... | |
 | Salem Town - 1851 - 422 pàgines
...decorations all Of the great tomb of man. 6. ^, The golden 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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1851 - 380 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. -J-Take the wings Of morning — and the Barcan desert pierce, • Or lose thyself in the continuous... | |
 | 1851 - 412 pàgines
...live are few compared with those who are dead. See how different it sounds in the words of Bryant : " All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom." 2. The ground was covered with snow. (Wrapped, mantle.) 3. In spring the leaves cover the trees with... | |
 | Stephen Watkins Clark - 1851 - 204 pàgines
...Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. All that tread The globe, are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. All that breathe Will share thy destiny. As the long train Of ages glide away, the sons of men, The... | |
 | 1852 - 620 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 Oregan, and hears no... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1853 - 328 pàgines
...survive. Philosophy may teach that 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 : and that it is therefore absurd to bewail the adding of a unit to the untold millions gone before.... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 pàgines
...all Of the great tomb of man. 7. 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. 8. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1852 - 388 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... | |
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All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. 
