 Are but the solemn decorations all Of the 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 handful to the tribes...  The Poets of America– With Occasional Notes - 140 psl.autoriai: George Barrell Cheever - 1847 - 405 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | 1840 - 452 psl.
...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...rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashing* ; yet — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The night of years... | |
 | Association for the Improvement of Juvenile Books - 1841 - 250 psl.
...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...continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sounds, Save his own dashings, yet the dead are there, And millions in these solitudes, since first... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 292 psl.
...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...lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound, THANATOPSIS. 33 Save his own dashings — yet — the dead are there ;... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1840 - 136 psl.
...immediately suggest a figurative expression like that beautiful one of Bryant, " All that tread " The globe are but a handful to the tribes " That slumber in its bosom." The facility with which the pupil, after a little practice, with the aid of models and suggestions... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1841 - 422 psl.
...heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the slill 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 Barcan deserl pierce ; Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound,... | |
 | Andrew Comstock - 1841 - 410 psl.
...of death, | Through the still lapse of ages. | All that tread The glo&e , | are but , a hand,fulb | to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. | Take the wings Of morn'ing, | and the Barcon des,ert , pierce,, | Or lose thyself in the continuous woods' | Where rolls the Or'egon, | and... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 psl.
...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 'If 'linming. and the Barean desert pieree, Or lose thvsclf in the continuous woods Where rolls the... | |
 | 1842 - 432 psl.
...assume, that since men have lived on this earth, we shall at once see that — " all who tread The Globe, are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom." In the vicinity of Alexandria, of Cairo, and indeed of all the principal cities of Egypt, catacombs... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 558 psl.
...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...rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own clashings — yet the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 278 psl.
...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...continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound THANATOPSIS. 15 Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes,... | |
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