 Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the...  Poets of America - 81 psl.autoriai: Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1885 - 516 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | John B. Horner - 1809 - 142 psl.
...Rhetoric and English Literature in, the State Agricultural College of Oregon. Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan -wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous -woods Where rolls the Oregon .... BRYANT : T/ianatopsis. COBVALLIS : MDCCCXC1.X COPYRIGHT 1899 BY JB HORNER. STATESMAN Joe PRlNT,... | |
 | 1857 - 1196 psl.
...the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods M'here rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings, — yet — the dead are there ! " We enter a city of antiquity, — memorable Syracuse or disinterred Pompeii, — through a street... | |
 | 1822 - 298 psl.
...morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound Save his -own dashings — yet, the dead are there, And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their... | |
 | 1822 - 764 psl.
...morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous .woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet, the dead are there, And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their... | |
 | John March Putnam - 1828 - 200 psl.
...ami qualities is understood ; as, A period having arrived wh' it fifty jearsheiice, &c. Where roils the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings,— yet the dead are there, And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their... | |
 | 1829 - 520 psl.
...momipg, and the Barcnn desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the contiguous woods, Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since (irst The flight of vcars began, have laid them down In their... | |
 | 1829 - 436 psl.
...morning — and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings— yet— the dead are there, And millions hi those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 psl.
...morning — and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet — the dead are there, And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 psl.
...the tribes That slumber In its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, traverse Barca's desert sands, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls...Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there: And millions in those solitudes, since first The night of years began, have laid them down In their... | |
 | 1832 - 606 psl.
...morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods W here rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound Save his own dashings ; yet the dead are there, And millious in those solitudes, since first The night of years hegan, have laid them down In their... | |
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