 | Salem Town - 1847 - 420 páginas
...That slumber in its bosom. Take the wmgs Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce ; 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... | |
 | George Vandenhoff - 1847 - 400 páginas
...slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce ; Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save of his own dashings ; yet — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The... | |
 | Salem Town - 1848 - 300 páginas
...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 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... | |
 | William Russell - 1849 - 310 páginas
...slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, — and the Barcan desert pierce, 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... | |
 | William Russell - 1849 - 320 páginas
...slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, — and the Barcan desert pierce, 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... | |
 | Truman Rickard, Hiram Orcutt - 1850 - 130 páginas
...slumber in its bosom. Take the wings 50 Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, 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 55 The flight... | |
 | Henry Mandeville - 1851 - 370 páginas
...thee in silent dream. Take the wings Of the morning, and the Barcan desert pierce ; Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where 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 began,... | |
 | 1851 - 796 páginas
...in language, various in lineage, extends from " the rising of the sun to the going down thereof" — to / "The continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings." It is washed by two Oceans ; she views from afar the hordes nnd tribes of Asia, "thebiith... | |
 | Henry Bartlett Maglathlin - 1851 - 328 páginas
...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 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... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 páginas
...slumber in its bosom. 8. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, 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... | |
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Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings —yet the dead are there... 
