...sun, — the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between The venerable woods — rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the...meadows green — and, poured round all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man." We now...

...sun, — the rales Stretching in pensive quietness between The venerable woods — rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the...meadows green — and, poured round all, Old Ocean's grey aud melancholy waste,— Arc but the solemu décorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden...

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...sun, — the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between The venerable woods — rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the...meadows green — and, poured round all, Old Ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden...

...sun,.— the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between The venerable woods — rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the...meadows green — and, poured round all, Old Ocean's grey and melancholy waste,— Arc but the solemu decorations all 510 OS the great touib of nun. The...

...sun, — the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The venerable woods — rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the...decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, , Are ginning on the sad abodes of death, Through the...

...majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and poured round 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 host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death. Through the still...

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...melancholy waste, — 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 tile still lapse of ages. AU that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its...

...— the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between The venerable woods — rivers that move • In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the...meadows green — and, poured round all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man." We now...