...and the complaining 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 of man." We now come to the prose writers. We shall speak merely of a few of those who have contributed to general...

...— rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste,...The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, , Are ginning on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but...

...brooks Thai make ihe meadows green — and, poured round all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy wasle, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man." We now come to the prose writers. We shall speak merely of a few of those who have contributed to general...

...majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and poured roui all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations...heaven. Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through tile still lapse of ages. AU that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its...

...and the complaining 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 of man." We now come to the prose writers. We shall speak merely of a few of those who have contributed to general...

...forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills, Rock-ribb'd and an-ient as the sun — the vales Stretching in pensive quietness...shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still laps? of ages— all that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom....

...ancient as the sun — the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between— The venerable wood« — rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks...decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden tun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death Through the...

...majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and pour'd round all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste,— Are but the solemn decorations...sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread Are shining on the sad abodes of death, The globe are...

...majesty, and the complaining 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 of man." But of what is it the tomb ? Does the spirit die ? Do the blessed affections of the soul, go down into...

...vales, Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods, rivers that move In majesty, and complaining brooks, That make the meadows green, and...solemn decorations all, Of the great tomb of man. — [Bryant.] But of what is it — the tomb ? Does the spirit die 1 Do the blest affections of the...