 | Truman Rickard, Hiram Orcutt - 1850 - 130 pàgines
...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...to 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... | |
 | George Burgess - 1850 - 348 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... | |
 | George Burgess - 1850 - 362 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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | William Harvey Wells - 1850 - 228 pàgines
...splendid light, wot to render the preponderating deep green more solemn." — Dwight. " The golden snn, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death." RULE 4. — When a sentence or clause is used as the nominative to a preceding or following verb, it... | |
 | Henry Bartlett Maglathlin - 1851 - 328 pàgines
...and, poured round al Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man ! The golden sun, The planets,...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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1851 - 380 pàgines
...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,...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... | |
 | Salem Town - 1851 - 422 pàgines
...and melancholy waste Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. 6. ^, The golden The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are...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... | |
 | 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... | |
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All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. 
