 | 1822 - 764 páginas
...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,...have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone. So shall thou rest — and what if thou shall fall Unnotic'd by the living — and... | |
 | 1822 - 758 páginas
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 | 1822 - 298 páginas
...ages. All that tread 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 Oregan, and hears no sound Save his -own dashings — yet, the dead are there, And millions in those... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1823 - 492 páginas
...that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes . •„ That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings . . Of morning — and the Barcan desert pierce,...lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound, 22 * 2S8 THE AMERICAN (Lew<ra 11T. Save his own dashings — yet — the... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1825 - 426 páginas
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 | 1826 - 438 páginas
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 | John March Putnam - 1828 - 200 páginas
...ami qualities is understood ; as, A period having arrived wh' it fifty jearsheiice, &c. Where roils the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings,—...have laid them down In their last sleep ; the dead reign there alone. So ihalt thou rest — and what if thou shalt fall Unnoticed by the living, and... | |
 | 1829 - 514 páginas
...morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the contiguous woods, Where rolls the Oregnn, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the...have laid them down In their last sleep— the dead reign there alone. So «halt thou rest;— aud what if thou shalt fell Unnoticed by the living— and... | |
 | 1829 - 642 páginas
...thyself in the contiguous woods, Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound Save his own dash ings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes,...have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone. So shalt thou rest; — and what if thou shalt fall Unnoticed by the living —... | |
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Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the... 
