 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1842 - 638 pages
...slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings 'If 'linming. and the Barean desert pieree, Or lose thvsclf in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound •*»•,• his own dashings — yet the dead are there; And millions in those solitudes, since first... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1843 - 558 pages
...of 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,...rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own clashings — yet the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1843 - 280 pages
...of 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,...continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound THANATOTSIS. 15 Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1843 - 294 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. THANATOPSIS. Save his own (lashings—yet—the dead are there : And millions... | |
 | Edinburgh (Scotland) - 1843 - 434 pages
...of 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,...woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save hia own dashlngs ; yet — tho dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight... | |
 | John Goldsbury, William Russell - Elocution - 1844 - 444 pages
...Through the still ' lapse of ages. All that triad The globe II are but a HANDFUL II to the tribes ' That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning,...pierce, Or lose thyself | in the continuous woods II Where rolls the "Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings, — yet — the DEAD II are... | |
 | 1860
...has trodden the crowded streets of the Chinese city, and trembled with a nameless awe — ..... " iu the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings." He has mused over the ruins of the ancient world ; temples, palaces, theatres, hippodromes, he has... | |
 | John Goldsbury, William Russell - Elocution - 1844 - 440 pages
...of heaven, 40 Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Or lose thyself | in the continuous woods II Where rolls the ^Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings, — yet — the DEAD II are thire, And MILLIONS in those solitudes, since first ' 5 The flight of years \ began, have laid... | |
 | Freemasonry - 1844 - 452 pages
...country, and with the force of some long pent-up river, it is flowing from the Atlantic coast, to ' The continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashing.' But the greater its prosperity the greater is the necessity of watchful care, of conforming... | |
 | American literature - 1867 - 796 pages
...of 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, —and the Barean desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods, Where rolls ihe Oregon — and hears... | |
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The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of 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 — and the Barcan... 
