 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 494 páginas
...'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, Are...the tribes 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... | |
 | John Frost - 1845 - 458 páginas
...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, Are...the tribes 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,... | |
 | Salem Town - 1845 - 264 páginas
...the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the. infinite host of heaven, Are shining en the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of...the tribes 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... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 330 páginas
...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, Are...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 - 1845 - 334 páginas
...and melancholy waste, Are but the solemn decorations all— Of the great tomb of man. The golden pun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are...the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe, arc but a handful!, to the tribes, That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Bar... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 540 páginas
...melancholy waste,— [all, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are...the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe, arc but a»handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, and the... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 418 páginas
...Are but the solemn decorations all — Of the great torab of man. The golden sun, The planets, alt the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad...of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that trend The globe, are but a Imnflfull, 10 the tribes. That slumber in its bosom. Take the wing* Of morning,... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 390 páginas
...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 - 1845 - 398 páginas
...plaiu-'-s, all ihe infinite host of heaven, Are sinning on the *ad abodes of death, Through the st.ll lapse of ages. All that tread The globe, are but a handful!, lo the tribes, That glumli'^r in ita bo.vun. Take the wingi Of morning, and the Bar can desert pierce,... | |
 | Samuel Niles Sweet - 1846 - 372 páginas
...melancholy waste,— Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. 6. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are...the tribes 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,... | |
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All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. 
