 | John B. Horner - 1809 - 142 páginas
...LITT. D., Professor of Rhetoric and English Literature in, the State Agricultural College of Oregon. Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan -wilderness,...thyself in the continuous -woods Where rolls the Oregon .... BRYANT : T/ianatopsis. COBVALLIS : MDCCCXC1.X COPYRIGHT 1899 BY JB HORNER. STATESMAN Joe PRlNT,... | |
 | 1822 - 298 páginas
...tomb of man. The golden sun, 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 wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous... | |
 | 1822 - 764 páginas
...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 wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous... | |
 | 1825 - 412 páginas
...keep, In his complacent arms, the earth, the air, the deep. Through tfie still lapse of ages. АП that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. " Will then the merciful One, who stamped our With his own image, and who gave them sway O'er earth,... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1825 - 494 páginas
...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 wings Of morning—and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous... | |
 | 1829 - 516 páginas
...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 wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or low thyself in the contiguous woods, Where rolls the Oregan, and hears... | |
 | Samuel Kettell - 1829 - 432 páginas
...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 wings Of morning—and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous... | |
 | 1829 - 436 páginas
...of heaven, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread Are shining on the sad abodes of death, The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.—Take the wings Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Of morning—and the Barcan desert... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1831 - 424 páginas
...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...That 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... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1831 - 490 páginas
...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 wings Of morning—and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous... | |
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the dead. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes 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 no sound, Save his own... 
