 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...  American Poetry - Página 169por Percy Holmes Boynton - 1918 - 721 páginasVisualização integral - Acerca deste livro
 | William Russell - 1868 - 310 páginas
...slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, — and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thysel: in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and...their last sleep : — the dead reign there alone." HI. — Reverence, and Adoration.1 1. — [FROM THE MORNING HYMN IN PARADISE.] — Milton. " These... | |
 | John Dudley Philbrick - 1868 - 636 páginas
...the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and traverse Barca's desert sands ; Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls...first The flight of years began, have laid them down So shall thou rest — and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note... | |
 | Archibald Hamilton Bryce - 1869 - 344 páginas
...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...— So shalt thou rest — and what if thou withdraw Unheeded by the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure ? All that breathe Will share thy... | |
 | Floyd Baker Wilson - 1869 - 208 páginas
...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...there alone ! So shalt thou rest ; and what if thou shalt fall Unnoticed by the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure 1 All that breathe Will... | |
 | Lewis Turco - 1986 - 198 páginas
...tribes That slumber in its bosom. Mother Nature seems distinctly unmatronly among such lines: ". . . the dead are there: / And millions in those solitudes,...alone, / So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw / In silence from the living, and no friend / Take note of thy departure? All that breathe / Will share... | |
 | Lillian Watson - 1988 - 356 páginas
...All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.— Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose...alone. So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure'? All that breathe Will share... | |
 | Aldo Leopold - 1992 - 400 páginas
...all that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning; pierce the Barcan wilderness Or lose thyself...years began, have laid them down In their last sleep. And so, in time, shall we. And if there be, indeed, a special nobility inherent in the human race —... | |
 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 páginas
...that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose...their last sleep — the dead reign there alone. So shall thou rest: and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy... | |
 | Various - 1996 - 496 páginas
...woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there: 55 And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight...alone. So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend 60 Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will share... | |
 | Carmela Ciuraru - 2001 - 276 páginas
...the tribes That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning — and the Barcan desert pierce, Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his...there alone. So shalt thou rest — and what if thou shalt fall Unnoticed by the living — and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will... | |
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