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" All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom... "
Wilson's Book of Recitations and Dialogues: With Instructions in Elocution ... - Seite 49
von Floyd Baker Wilson - 1869 - 188 Seiten
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American Monthly Knickerbocker, Band 39

1852 - 628 Seiten
...new,' sang thus to the deep music of hie own solemn harp : ' TÍKE the wings Of morning, and the Borcun desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods, Where rolls the Oregon, and hear» no sound Save his own doshinga.' Well, supposing you should take the wings of the morning and...
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The Industrial Resources, Etc., of the Southern and Western States ..., Band 3

James Dunwoody Brownson De Bow - 1853 - 616 Seiten
...it has ceased to be an adventure of romance, as when Irving wrote his " Astoria," to visit the spot where " Rolls the Oregon, And hears no sound save his own dashings ;" and the invitation of Humphreys is divested of all it* poetry : -" Together let na rise ; ~ Augctllcl...
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Geological Survey Water-supply Paper, Ausgaben 1648-1649

1966 - 272 Seiten
...is in each of the State's main physical subdivisions. 14 RIVER BASINS OF OREGON COLUMBIA RIVER * * * the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings * * * — William Cullen Bryant When the young poet composed the sonorous lines of "Thanatopsis" in...
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Ugarit in Retrospect: Fifty Years of Ugarit and Ugaritic

Gordon Douglas Young - 1981 - 268 Seiten
...mighty mountain which God//Yahweh coveted for his MThe realization that the millions who tread the earth are but a handful to the tribes that slumber in its bosom is quite ancient. Ishtar, both in the Gilgamesh Epic and in the Descent to the Netherworld, threatened...
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Essays and Reviews

Edgar Allan Poe, Gary Richard Thompson - 1984 - 1572 Seiten
...sky and list — is sadly out of place amid the forcible and even Miltonic rhythm of such lines as " }v9} Oregan. But these arc trivial faults indeed, and the poem embodies a great degree of the most elevated...
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Early Oregon Days

Edwin D. Culp - 1987 - 204 Seiten
...once called "the Oregon.' This is the river which Bryant mentions in his immortal poem, Thanatopsis: Or lose thyself in the continuous woods, Where rolls...Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there. The navigable rivers of Oregon were the roadways for the early explorers of the West. If the magnitude...
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Light From Many Lamps

Lillian Watson - 1988 - 356 Seiten
...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,...slumber in its bosom.— Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears...
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The River of the Mother of God: and other Essays by Aldo Leopold

Aldo Leopold - 1992 - 400 Seiten
...to consider what the sixth shall say about us? If we are logically anthropomorphic, yes. We and ... all that tread The globe are but a handful to the...That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning; pierce the Barcan wilderness Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears...
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Indian Names on Wisconsin's Map

Virgil J. Vogel - 1991 - 348 Seiten
...called it "Oregon or Columbia." In 1817 William Cullen Bryant's poem "Thanatopsis" contained the lines "or lose thyself in the continuous woods / where rolls the Oregon and hears no sound." John Wyeth (1832) wrote of the "Oregon river whence the territory takes its name."16 The name Oregon...
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Best Remembered Poems

Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 Seiten
...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,...slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon and hears...
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