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...— rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and pour'd round all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste,...dashings— yet— the dead are there, And millions hi those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep...

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...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...of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep—the dead reign there alone.— So shalt thou rest—and what if thou shalt fall Unnoticed by...

...that tread The globe, are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. ——Millions — since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep." From their graves a small still voice seems to convey this prophetic caution to our hearts : " So shalt...

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...morning, traverse Barca's desert sands, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet...there: And millions in those solitudes, since first The night of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep; the dead reign there alone. So shalt...

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...woods And millions in those solitudes, since first Save his own dashmgs—yet—the dead are there, The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep—the dead reign there alone. Unheeded by the living—and no friend So shalt thou rest—and...

...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,...of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep—the dead reign there alone. So shall thou rest; and what if thou shall fall Unnoticed by the...