| Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 Seiten
...all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn declarations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite...sad abodes of death Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are bnt a handful to tho tribes That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings... | |
| Ludwig Herrig - 1854 - 580 Seiten
...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...woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight... | |
| John Pierpont - 1855 - 530 Seiten
...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...woods Where rolls the Oregon and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet, the dead are there, And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight... | |
| John Frost - 1855 - 462 Seiten
...round all 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...abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that trea£ The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings... | |
| William Cullen Bryant - 1855 - 318 Seiten
...all, 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...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 -wings... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1855 - 690 Seiten
...Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste,.— [all, Are but Ihe solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite...the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ases. All that tread The globe, are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. — Take... | |
| James Madison MacDonald - 1855 - 396 Seiten
...glory. God is present everywhere. There are no solitudes in this universe. No man can ever be alone. " Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce,...woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save hia own dashings— "* yet, the Lord is there ; " in the void waste as in the city full." But HE is,... | |
| 1856 - 518 Seiten
...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...woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings ; yet — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight... | |
| Robert Kemp Philp - 1856 - 388 Seiten
...surface, is little else than the mighty sepulchre of the past ; and " All that tread The globe arc but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom....woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet, the dead are there ; .And millions in these solitudes, since first The flight... | |
| Evert Augustus Duyckinck, George Long Duyckinck - 1856 - 808 Seiten
...all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Arc but the solemn decorations nil Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun The planets, all the infinite...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 winga... | |
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