 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...  Poets of America - Стр. 81авторы: Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1885 - Страниц: 516Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1847 - Страниц: 456
...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...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... | |
 | George Vandenhoff - 1847 - Страниц: 400
...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 the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save of his own dashings ; yet — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The... | |
 | William Harvey Wells - 1847 - Страниц: 228
...counsels to nought." — Bancroft. " Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God." — Coleridge. " Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings." — Bryant. " The oak Shall send his roots abroad and pierce thy mould." — Ibid. " A nd see where... | |
 | Salem Town - 1848 - Страниц: 300
...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...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... | |
 | 1848 - Страниц: 272
...to the tribes That slumber in its bosom — take the wings Of morning, and the Barean desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hear no sounds Save its own dashings ; yet the dead are there. And millions in those solitudes, since... | |
 | William Russell - 1849 - Страниц: 310
...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...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... | |
 | William Russell - 1849 - Страниц: 320
...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...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... | |
 | 1849 - Страниц: 472
...morning — and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, 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... | |
 | Truman Rickard, Hiram Orcutt - 1850 - Страниц: 130
...to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings 50 Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls...Save his own dashings, — yet — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first 55 The flight of years began, have laid them down In... | |
 | 1850 - Страниц: 264
...morning — and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, 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... | |
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