 | John Keese - 1840 - 304 Seiten
...great tomb of man. The golden sun, THANATOPSIS. 77 The planets, all the infinite host of heaven* Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still...slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce ; Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no... | |
 | John Keese - 1840 - 300 Seiten
...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...slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce ; Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 292 Seiten
...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...its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning — and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1840 - 136 Seiten
...handful, and slumber, immediately suggest a figurative expression like that beautiful one of Bryant, " All that tread " The globe are but a handful to the tribes " That slumber in its bosom." The facility with which the pupil, after a little practice, with the aid of models and suggestions... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1841 - 422 Seiten
...planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the slill lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a...slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan deserl pierce ; Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no... | |
 | 1877 - 506 Seiten
...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 The globe are hut a handful, to the tribes That slumber in its bosom." "Millions .... since first The flight of years... | |
 | Andrew Comstock - 1841 - 410 Seiten
...man,. | The golden sun,, | The planets, | all the infinite host of heav'n, | Are shining on the sac? , abodes" of death, | Through the still lapse of ages. | All that tread The glo&e , | are but , a hand,fulb | to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. | Take the wings Of morn'ing,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 Seiten
...decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, T.ie planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still...tribes That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings 'If 'linming. and the Barean desert pieree, Or lose thvsclf in the continuous woods Where rolls the... | |
 | 1842 - 432 Seiten
...countries, we may assume, that since men have lived on this earth, we shall at once see that — " all who tread The Globe, are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom." In the vicinity of Alexandria, of Cairo, and indeed of all the principal cities of Egypt, catacombs... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 280 Seiten
...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...its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no... | |
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All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. 
