 Or lose thyself in the continuous 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 of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep —...  The Household Book of Poetry - Página 779editado por - 1882 - 862 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Henry Augustin Beers - 1878 - 510 páginas
...That make the meadows green ; and, pour'd round all Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of...living — and no friend Take note of thy departure ? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood... | |
 | Henry Augustin Beers - 1878 - 450 páginas
...and, pour'd round all Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations allj Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets,...living — and no friend Take note of thy departure ? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1878 - 540 páginas
...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 living, and no friend Take note of thy departure ? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1878 - 540 páginas
...the iribes That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls...their last sleep — the dead reign there alone. So shall thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy... | |
 | William Torrey Harris, Andrew Jackson Rickoff, Mark Bailey - 1878 - 508 páginas
...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 woods 'Where rolls...In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone. 6. So shalt thou rest ; and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note... | |
 | American poems - 1878 - 536 páginas
...the tribes That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls...have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead there reign alone. So shalt thou rest, — and what if thou withdraw Unheeded by the living — and... | |
 | George Lansing Raymond - 1879 - 350 páginas
...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 woods Where rolls...there alone! So shalt thou rest; and what if thou shalt fall Unnoticed by the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure ? All that breathe Will... | |
 | George Lansing Raymond - 1879 - 358 páginas
...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 woods Where rolls...their last sleep — the dead reign there alone ! So shall thou rest; and what if thou shalt fall Unnoticed by the living, and no friend Take note of thy... | |
 | Andrew James Symington - 1880 - 328 páginas
...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...living, and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of... | |
 | Andrew James Symington - 1880 - 284 páginas
...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...withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend ^_ i-Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou... | |
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