 | William Cullen Bryant - 1843 - 294 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....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... | |
 | Samuel Niles Sweet - Elocution - 1843 - 324 pages
...decorations all Of the great tomb of man. 6. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, 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 woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears... | |
 | Edinburgh (Scotland) - 1843 - 434 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 literature - 1867 - 796 pages
...great toriib of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite hosts of heaven, Arc 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 Barean desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods, Where rolls ihe Oregon —... | |
 | Hugh Murray - United States - 1844 - 390 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....a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Still we prefer the lines "To the Past," which are at once lofty, tender, and pleasing. Thou unrelenting... | |
 | William Morrison Engles - English poetry - 1844 - 274 pages
...infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. AH 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 woods Where rolls the Oregon, and... | |
 | Thomas Wright (of Borthwick, Scotland.) - Christian ethics - 1844 - 572 pages
...infinite host of heaven Are shining on the sad abodes of death Through the still lapse of ages. AH that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes...That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the B:irciin desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and... | |
 | Salem Town - 1845 - 296 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... | |
 | John Frost - Elocution - 1845 - 458 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 hears... | |
 | Salem Town - American literature - 1845 - 264 pages
...great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the. infinite host of heaven, Are shining en 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... | |
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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,... 
