 | 1850 - 264 páginas
...wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one...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... | |
 | Truman Rickard, Hiram Orcutt - 1850 - 130 páginas
...melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, 45 The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are...the tribes That 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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1851 - 380 páginas
...again, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix for ever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible...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... | |
 | Henry Bartlett Maglathlin - 1851 - 328 páginas
...that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks, That make the meadows green; and, poured round al Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but...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... | |
 | Salem Town - 1851 - 422 páginas
...and melancholy waste Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. 6. ^, The golden The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are...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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1852 - 388 páginas
...ancient as the sun,—the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The venerable woods—rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That...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... | |
 | 1852 - 620 páginas
...— rivers that move In majesty ; and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and pourM round all Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, —...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... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1853 - 328 páginas
...hopes and fears, by a change in the outward appearance of those who survive. Philosophy may teach that The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host...a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom : and that it is therefore absurd to bewail the adding of a unit to the untold millions gone before.... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 páginas
...Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. 7. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host...a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. 8. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods... | |
 | 1853 - 560 páginas
...human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go 352 THANATOPS1S. To mix for ever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible...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... | |
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The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the 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 gray and... 
