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 Household Book of Poetry - Seite 779herausgegeben von - 1882 - 862 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
| John McGovern - 1880 - 762 Seiten
...That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, traverse Barca's de-ert sands. Or lose thvself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and...alone. So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw i In silence from the living, aod no friend Take note of thy departure ? All that breathe Will share... | |
| William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1124 Seiten
...handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, + shall thou rest ; anil what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of... | |
| 1881 - 520 Seiten
...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...the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure ? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood... | |
| James Thomas Fields - 1881 - 412 Seiten
...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...alone ! So shalt thou rest ; and what if thou withdraw 320 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure ? All... | |
| Lewis Turco - 1986 - 198 Seiten
...tribes That slumber in its bosom. Mother Nature seems distinctly unmatronly among such lines: ". . . the dead are there: / And millions in those solitudes,...living, and no friend / Take note of thy departure? All that breathe / Will share thy destiny." The dead are alone, but not lonely; if there is loneliness... | |
| Lillian Watson - 1988 - 356 Seiten
...to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.— Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls...living, and no friend Take note of thy departure'? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of... | |
| Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 Seiten
...the tribes That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls...their last sleep — the dead reign there alone. So shall thou rest: and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy... | |
| Carmela Ciuraru - 2001 - 276 Seiten
...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...there alone. So shalt thou rest — and what if thou shalt fall Unnoticed by the living — and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will... | |
| Paul Negri - 2002 - 146 Seiten
...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...there alone. So shalt thou rest — and what if thou shalt fall Unheeded by the living — and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will... | |
| Steven Gould Axelrod, Camille Roman, Thomas Travisano - 2003 - 770 Seiten
...the tribes That slumber in its bosom. —Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan6 wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls...living, and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of... | |
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