 | John Goldsbury, William Russell - 1844 - 440 trang
...of heaven, 40 Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Or lose thyself | in the continuous woods II Where rolls the ^Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings, — yet — the DEAD II are thire, And MILLIONS in those solitudes, since first ' 5 The flight of years \ began, have laid... | |
 | 1844 - 452 trang
...country, and with the force of some long pent-up river, it is flowing from the Atlantic coast, to ' The continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashing.' But the greater its prosperity the greater is the necessity of watchful care, of conforming... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 330 trang
...sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe, are but a handfull, to the tribes, That slumber in its bosom. Take the...woods, Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save its own dashings — yet — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 390 trang
...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...pierce, Or, lose thyself in the continuous woods, Where lolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save its own dashings — yet — the dead are there ; And millions... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 396 trang
...but a Imnflfull, 10 the tribes. That slumber in its bosom. Take the wing* Of morning, and the Barcau desert pierce, Or, lose thyself in the continuous...woods, Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save its own dashing* — yet — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since Grst The night... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 334 trang
...shining on the sad abodes of death, Through 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 can desert pierce, Or, lose thyself in the continuous woods, Where rolls the Oregon, and hears... | |
 | George Vandenhoff - 1846 - 398 trang
...the infinite host of heav'n, Are shining as the sad abodes of death, Thro' the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the...woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save of his own dashings ; yet, — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The... | |
 | Travers Twiss - 1846 - 304 trang
...Mr. Washington Irving has pronounced to be amongst the most distinguished of American poets : — " Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce,...Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings." If we adopt the more extensive use of the term Oregon territory, as applied to the entire country intermediate... | |
 | George Vandenhoff - 1847 - 396 trang
...the infinite host of heav'n, Are shining as the sad abodes of death, Thro' the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the...woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save of his own dashings ; yet, — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The... | |
 | Salem Town - 1847 - 420 trang
...the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wmgs Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce ; Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls... | |
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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 on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread... 
