 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 494 páginas
...and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and 'melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets,...to 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... | |
 | James Edward Murdoch, William Russell - 1845 - 374 páginas
...and, poured round all. Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets,...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... | |
 | John Frost - 1845 - 458 páginas
...green ; and pour'd round all Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste ; Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets,...to 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... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 330 páginas
...green ; and, poured round Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, Are but the solemn decorations all — Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets,...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 538 páginas
...and, pour'd round Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste,— [all, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets,...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 - 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... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 396 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,... | |
 | Salem Town - 1845 - 264 páginas
...and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray 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 shining en the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 390 páginas
...and, poured round Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, Are but the solemn decorations all — Of Ihe 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... | |
 | 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,... | |
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All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. 
