| Various - Poetry - 1996 - 496 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 - American poetry - 2001 - 276 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... | |
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