 | Sidney Willard - 1832 - 560 páginas
...and poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets,...abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages." pp. 25, 26. The subject is a favorite one. The " Death of the Flowers" is the sweetest dirge we remember,... | |
 | Robert Walsh, Eliakim Littell, John Jay Smith - 1832 - 648 páginas
...green ; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy wasteAre but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man ! The golden sun, The planets,...heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death Through ihe still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its... | |
 | 1832 - 606 páginas
...of man ! The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite hosl of heaven, Are shining on Ihe sad ahodes of death Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The glohe are hut a handful to the trihes That slumher in its hosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the... | |
 | Bela Bates Edwards - 1833 - 892 páginas
...and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets,...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,... | |
 | 1834 - 402 páginas
...and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets,...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... | |
 | 1834 - 406 páginas
...and, poured round all, Old oeean's gray and melaneholy waste, — Are but the solemn deeorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets,...all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the ad abodes of death, • Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe, are but a handful... | |
 | 1834 - 440 páginas
...of heaven, Through the still lapse of apes. All that tread Are shining on the sad abodes of death, The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.—Take the wings Of morning—and the Barcan desert pierce, Where rolls the Orogon, and hears... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1835 - 484 páginas
...and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets,...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... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1835 - 484 páginas
...and, poured round all Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets,...of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that treat TLe globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1836 - 288 páginas
...and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets,...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... | |
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All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. 
