 | 1822 - 764 pages
...death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe, are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.—Take the wings Of morning,...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,... | |
 | American poetry - 1822 - 298 pages
...death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe, are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.—Take the wings Of morning,...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,... | |
 | John Pierpont - Readers - 1825 - 494 pages
...globe 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 woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound, 22 * ] Save his own dashings—yet—the dead are there, And millions in... | |
 | Great Britain - 1829 - 516 pages
...thyself in the contiguous woods, Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound Save his own dashings—vet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes,...The flight of years began, have laid them down In their bist sleep—the dead reign there alone. So «halt tbou rest ;—and what if thou shalt fall... | |
 | Samuel Kettell - American poetry - 1829 - 432 pages
...woods Save his own dashings—yet—the dead are there, Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound, And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep—the dead reign there alone.— So shalt thou rest—and what if thou shalt fall... | |
 | 1829 - 436 pages
...own dashings—yet—the dead are there, Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound, And millions hi those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep—the dead reign there alone.— So shalt thou rest—and what if thou shalt fall... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - American poetry - 1831 - 424 pages
...lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce...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... | |
 | John Pierpont - Readers - 1831 - 490 pages
...globe 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 woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears uo sound, 22 * Save his own dashings—yet.—the dead are there, \nd millions in... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - American poetry - 1832 - 410 pages
...lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce...rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings; yet—the dead are there; And millions in tho3e solitudes, since first The flight of years... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - Fore-edge painting - 1832 - 262 pages
...lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce,...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,... | |
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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... 
