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 death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread... School Reading by Grades: Eighth Year - Page 39by James Baldwin - 1897 - 240 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Henry Mandeville - 1851 - 370 pages
...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... | |
 | 1851 - 796 pages
...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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1851 - 380 pages
...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. -J-Take the wings Of morning — and the Barcan desert pierce, • Or lose thyself in the continuous... | |
 | Stephen Watkins Clark - 1851 - 204 pages
...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 - 396 pages
...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... | |
 | 1852 - 620 pages
...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...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,... | |
 | George Musalas Colvocoresses - 1852 - 412 pages
...Vancouver. These are some of the incidents of life at Vancouver." CHAPTER XX. EARLY HISTORY OF OREGON. " Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce,...Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings." NORTHWESTERN AMERICA is divided from the other portions of the Continent, by the Rocky Mountains, which... | |
 | 1852 - 648 pages
...when this old cap was new,' sang thus to the deep music of his own solemn harp : 'Тик« the wing« Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose...the continuous woods. Where rolls the Oregon, and bears-no sound бате his own daahings.' Well, supposing you should take the wings of the morning... | |
 | Samuel Henry Dickson - 1852 - 356 pages
...whole habitable surface, is little else than the mighty sepulchre of the past ; and " All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the winga Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 pages
...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. 8. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods... | |
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