 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
 | 1852 - 628 pages
...new,' sang thus to the deep music of hie own solemn harp : ' TÍKE the wings Of morning, and the Borcun desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods, Where rolls the Oregon, and hear» no sound Save his own doshinga.' Well, supposing you should take the wings of the morning and... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1853 - 328 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 : and that it is therefore absurd to bewail the adding of a unit to the untold millions gone before.... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1852 - 388 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.—Take the wings Of morning—and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 pages
...of heaven, Are shining on Ihe 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 ËëÜß. Take the wings Of morning, and the Marcan desert pierce, ° Or lose thyself in the continuous... | |
 | Fort Hill Cemetery Association - 1853 - 146 pages
...The globe are but a handful tn the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings THE DEDICATION. Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce ; Or lose...; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flightof years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone. So shalt... | |
 | Elizabeth Nicholson - 1853 - 412 pages
...of death Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribe, That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning...in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and b,ears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet — the DEAD are there, And millions, in those solitudes,... | |
 | Joseph Warren Fabens - 1853 - 264 pages
...faint roar of a mighty ocean breaking on his ear, as he strays wonderingly downward towards the west, " in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings " — -words still poetic, and descriptive of what was once the fact, — or the weary and heart-sick... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - 1853 - 492 pages
...heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still + lapse of ages. 6. All that tread The globe, are but a handful, to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Takeithe wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the "''continuous woods... | |
 | Henry Harbaugh - 1853 - 410 pages
...the present, there would have died in all twentyeight thousands of millions. Truly, " All that tread The globe, are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom." Considering that one-half of the race die in infancy, we have the number of fourteen thousands of millions... | |
 | 1853 - 420 pages
...stand the generations of men upon the burial places of other times, and heed it not. AU that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. * * * * And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down... | |
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