 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 began, have laid them down In their last sleep —...  The collector: essays on books, newspapers [&c.]. - Strana 211podľa Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1868Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - Počet stránok 1022
...the tribes That slumber In its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, traverse Barca's desert sands, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls...Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there: And millions in those solitudes, since first The night of years began, have laid them down In their... | |
 | 1832 - Počet stránok 604
...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 And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began,... | |
 | 1832 - Počet stránok 606
...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 Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods W here rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound Save his own dashings ; yet the dead are there, And millious... | |
 | Robert Walsh, Eliakim Littell, John Jay Smith - 1832 - Počet stránok 648
...All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the winfs Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or 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,... | |
 | Bela Bates Edwards - 1833 - Počet stránok 892
...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...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... | |
 | 1834 - Počet stránok 402
...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...Save his own dashings ; yet — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their... | |
 | 1834 - Počet stránok 406
...bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barean desert pieree ; Or lose thyself in the eontinuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings ; jet — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, sinee first The flight of years began,... | |
 | 1837 - Počet stránok 830
...amid the forcible and even Miltonic rhythm of such lines as Take the wings Of morning, and the Barran desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan. But these arc trivial faults indeed, and the poem embodies a great degree of the most elevated... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1835 - Počet stránok 484
...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...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... | |
 | 1836 - Počet stránok 362
...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...Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his owndashings; yet — the dead are there; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of... | |
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