 | William C. Spengemann, Jessica F. Roberts - Poetry - 1996 - 447 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 tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes 50 That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose... | |
 | Carmela Ciuraru - Literary Criticism - 2001 - 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, Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings... | |
 | Paul Negri - Poetry - 2002 - 144 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... | |
 | Steven Gould Axelrod, Camille Roman, Thomas J. Travisano - Literary Collections - 2003 - 768 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, pierce the Barcan6 wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon,7 and... | |
 | William Roetzheim - Poetry - 2006 - 748 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, pierce the Barcan wilderness, or lose thyself in the continuous woods where rolls the Oregon, and hears... | |
 | George Rapanos - Religion - 2006 - 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....slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon and hears... | |
 | Henry Adams - History - 2007 - 214 pages
...great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven Are glowing on the sad abodes of death Through the still lapse of ages....That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Borean desert pierce; Or lose thyself in the continuous woods That veil Oregan, where he hears... | |
 | Edward Joseph Perkins - Biography & Autobiography - 2006 - 560 pages
...some of the negative factors. I understood to my bones William Cullen Bryant's poem "Thanatopsis": Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls...Oregon, and hears no sound Save its own dashings. The Jefferson High School administrator most notoriously hostile to blacks was Dorothy Flegel, vice... | |
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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,... 
