 | George Burgess - 1850 - 340 Seiten
...population in all the past ; and the mind will grasp the superior number of the dead beyond the living. "All that tread The globe, are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom." The surface of the earth, so far as it is dry land, is estimated at nearly forty millions of square... | |
 | George Burgess - 1850 - 348 Seiten
...population in all the past; and the mind will grasp the superior number of the dead beyond the living. " All that tread The globe, are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom." The surface of the earth, so far as it is dry land, is estimated at nearly forty millions of square... | |
 | George Burgess - 1850 - 362 Seiten
...population in all the past ; and the mind will grasp the superior number of the dead beyond the living. " All that tread The globe, are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom." The surface of the earth, so far as it is dry land, is estimated at nearly forty millions of square... | |
 | Salem Town - 1851 - 422 Seiten
...the great tomb of man. 6. ^, The golden The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of...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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1851 - 380 Seiten
...the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of...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 Mandeville - 1851 - 370 Seiten
...To breathe the airs that ruffle thy face And gaze upon thee in silent dream. Take the wings Of the morning, and the Barcan desert pierce ; Or lose thyself...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... | |
 | Stephen Watkins Clark - 1851 - 204 Seiten
...Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. All that tread The globe, are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. All that breathe Will share thy destiny. As the long train Of ages glide away, the sons of men, The... | |
 | 1851 - 412 Seiten
...live are few compared with those who are dead. See how different it sounds in the words of Bryant : " All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom." 2. The ground was covered with snow. (Wrapped, mantle.) 3. In spring the leaves cover the trees with... | |
 | 1851 - 796 Seiten
...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 land of the... | |
 | 1852 - 620 Seiten
...the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of...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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That make the meadows green ; 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, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of... 
