 | James Edward Murdoch, William Russell - Elocution - 1845 - 336 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 Oregon, and... | |
 | William Draper Swan - American literature - 1845 - 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....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... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - Elocution - 1845 - 384 pages
...to the tribes, That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Bar can desert pierce, Or, lose thyself in the continuous woods, Where rolls...yet— the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them dowa In their last sleep: the dead—reign... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - Elocution - 1845 - 384 pages
...great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shilling on Ihe sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe, are but a handful!, to Ihe Iribcs, Thai slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or,... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - Elocution - 1845 - 320 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. All that tread The globe, are but a handfull, to the tribes, That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - Elocution - 1845 - 384 pages
...10 the tribes. That slumber in its bosom. Take the wing* Of morning, and the Barcau desert pierce, Or, lose thyself in the continuous woods, Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save its own dashing* — yet — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since Grst The night of... | |
 | Samuel Niles Sweet - Elocution - 1846 - 350 pages
...great tomb of man. 6. 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... | |
 | Gem book - 1846 - 160 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... | |
 | Samuel Niles Sweet - Elocution - 1846 - 312 pages
...great tomb of man. 6. 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... | |
 | George Vandenhoff - Elocution - 1846 - 383 pages
...golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heav'n, Are shining as the sad abodes of death, Thro' the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe...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,... 
