| George Burgess - 1850 - 362 páginas
...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 páginas
...the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the...first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sloep — the dead reign there alone ! — So shalt thou rest ; and what if thou shalt... | |
| Salem Town - 1851 - 422 páginas
...the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to 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... | |
| Henry Mandeville - 1851 - 370 páginas
...To breathe the airs that ruffle thy face And gaze upon thee in silent dream. Take the wings Of the morning, and the Barcan desert pierce ; Or lose thyself...rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashing ; yet the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years... | |
| 1851 - 412 páginas
...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 páginas
...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... | |
| William Cullen Bryant - 1851 - 380 páginas
...the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but 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... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 páginas
...ages. AH thai Iread The glol>c, arc bul a handful lo Ihe tribes That slumber in its bosom. — Take Ihe wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or...first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead there reign alone. So shall thou rest, — and what if thou withdraw... | |
| 1852 - 620 páginas
...the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the...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 solitudes,... | |
| 1974 - 405 páginas
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