 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 278 trang
...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,...Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound THANATOPSIS. 15 Save his... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1843 - 294 trang
...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 but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.—Take the wings Of morning—and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous... | |
 | Samuel Niles Sweet - 1843 - 324 trang
...decorations all Of the great tomb of man. 6. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, The globe, are but a handful to the tribes That slumber...Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings, —... | |
 | 1843 - 434 trang
...grey 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,...Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce ; Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save hia own dashlngs ;... | |
 | Hugh Murray - 1844 - 392 trang
...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,...a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Still we prefer the lines "To the Past," -which are at once lofty, tender, and pleasing. Thou unrelenting... | |
 | 1867 - 796 trang
...all Of the great toriib of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite hosts of heaven, Arc shining on the sad abodes of death Through the still...in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, —and the Barean desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods, Where rolls ihe Oregon — and hears... | |
 | William Morrison Engles - 1844 - 274 trang
...grey 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,...abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. AH that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of... | |
 | Thomas Wright (of Borthwick, Scotland.) - 1844 - 572 trang
...Ocean's grey and melancholy wasteAre but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man ! The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven...sad abodes of death Through the still lapse of ages. AH that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of... | |
 | John Goldsbury, William Russell - 1844 - 444 trang
...| ALL II Of the great tomb of man. The gnlden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, 40 Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still ' lapse of ages. All that triad The globe II are but a HANDFUL II to the tribes ' That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 482 trang
...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,...Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce ; Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings —... | |
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All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. 
