 | American poetry - 1834 - 402 pages
...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 Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings ; yet — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight... | |
 | Oratory - 1836 - 362 pages
...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 Oregon, and hears no sound Save his owndashings; yet — the dead are there; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight... | |
 | Frederic Henry Hedge - Lectures and lecturing - 1836 - 42 pages
...American treeThe Rocky mountains deliver up their furs to our hardy huntsmen. From Baffin's bay "To the continuous woods, Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings." wherever a new path of gain is opened, or to be opened, we are there with our capital,... | |
 | Ephraim Banks - Bank notes - 1838 - 436 pages
...intellect unclouded by the sophisms of ages. From its borders, kissed by the waves of the Atlantic, to "The continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashing ;" from the inland oceans of the north, to the sparkling surface of the tropical sea,rippled... | |
 | Louisa Caroline Tuthill - English language - 1839 - 482 pages
...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 Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings ; yet — the dead are there, Anil millions in those solitudes, since first The flight... | |
 | John Keese - American poetry - 1840 - 304 pages
...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 Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings ; yet — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight... | |
 | John Keese - American poetry - 1840 - 302 pages
...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 Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings ; yet — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight... | |
 | Association for the Improvement of Juvenile Books - Children's poetry - 1841 - 250 pages
...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 Oregon, and hears no sounds, Save his own dashings, yet the dead are there, And millions in these solitudes, since first... | |
 | Andrew Comstock - Elocution - 1841 - 410 pages
...tribes That slumber in its bosom. | Take the wings Of morn'ing, | and the Barcon des,ert , pierce,, | Or lose thyself in the continuous woods' | Where rolls the Or'egon, | and hears no sound, | Save Ais own dash,ings — | yet the dead are there, ; | And miirions in those solitudes, | since first... | |
 | 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... | |
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Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there... 
