 | English literature - 1832 - 604 pages
...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....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... | |
 | Robert Walsh, Eliakim Littell, John Jay Smith - American periodicals - 1832 - 648 pages
...sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death Through ihe still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are...to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the winfs Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls... | |
 | Bela Bates Edwards - Theology - 1833 - 892 pages
...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....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,... | |
 | American poetry - 1834 - 402 pages
...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....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... | |
 | American poetry - 1834 - 406 pages
...great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the ad abodes of death, • Through the still lapse of ages....That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barean desert pieree ; Or lose thyself in the eontinuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and... | |
 | John Pierpont - Rare books - 1835 - 484 pages
...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....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... | |
 | John Pierpont - Readers - 1835 - 484 pages
...heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that treat TLe 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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1836 - 286 pages
...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....slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning — and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregau, and... | |
 | Oratory - 1836 - 362 pages
...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....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... | |
 | American poetry - 1836 - 268 pages
...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....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... | |
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In majesty, and the complaining brooks 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 man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,... 
