 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 handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and...  The Chief American Poets - 1 psl.autoriai: Curtis Hidden Page - 1905 - 713 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | 1822 - 298 psl.
...brooks That make the meadows green — and, poured round all, Old Ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb...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... | |
 | 1825 - 426 psl.
...complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and poured round Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb...that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. So -l..ni thou rest — and what if thou shall fall Unnoticed by the living... | |
 | 1829 - 516 psl.
...brooks That make the meadows green — and, pour'd round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste,— Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb...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... | |
 | 1829 - 436 psl.
...brooks That make the meadows green ; and pour'd round all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb...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... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 psl.
...brooks That make the meadows green ; and pour'd round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb...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... | |
 | 1832 - 604 psl.
...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...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... | |
 | Sidney Willard - 1832 - 560 psl.
...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...abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages." pp. 25, 26. The subject is a favorite one. The " Death of the Flowers" is the sweetest dirge we remember,... | |
 | Bela Bates Edwards - 1833 - 892 psl.
...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...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... | |
 | 1834 - 402 psl.
...brooks, That make the meadow green ; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb...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... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1835 - 484 psl.
...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 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... | |
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