 The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, — the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The venerable woods — rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray...  The Household Book of Poetry - Стр. 779редактор(ы): - 1890 - Страниц: 862Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | 1822 - Страниц: 298
...and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green — and, poured round all, Old Ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations...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... | |
 | 1825 - Страниц: 426
...majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and poured round Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations...the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. So -l..ni thou rest — and what if thou... | |
 | 1829 - Страниц: 642
...rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green — and, pour'd round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste,—...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... | |
 | 1829 - Страниц: 436
...majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and pour'd round all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations...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... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - Страниц: 516
...— rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and pour'd round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste,...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... | |
 | 1832 - Страниц: 604
...and pierce thy mould ; Yet not to thy eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst tbou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With...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... | |
 | 1832 - Страниц: 598
...eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst Ihou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shall lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with...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... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - Страниц: 1022
...forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills Rock-ribbed and aucient as the sun; the vales Stretching in pensive quietness...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, traverse... | |
 | Bela Bates Edwards - 1833 - Страниц: 892
...lover of poetry and truth. " The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould. Yet not to thy eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone —...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... | |
 | 1834 - Страниц: 402
...The venerable woods ; rivers that move In majesty ; and the complaining brooks, That make the meadow green ; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and...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... | |
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