 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 - Page 779edited by - 1882 - 862 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Cassell, ltd - 1875 - 470 pages
...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...alone. So shalt thou rest — and what if thou withdraw Unheeded by the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure ? All that breathe Will share thy... | |
 | George Rhett Cathcart - American literature - 1874 - 454 pages
...Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings, — vet the dead are there. BRYANT. And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight...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... | |
 | George Rhett Cathcart - American literature - 1876 - 452 pages
...ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. N. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host...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... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard, Homer Baxter Sprague - Elocution - 1876 - 454 pages
...The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and traverse Barca's desert sands; Or lose thyself in...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... | |
 | Charles Walton Sanders - Readers - 1876 - 622 pages
...handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Bureau desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls...have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead there reign alone. VI. Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay... | |
 | James Edward Murdoch - Elocution - 1876 - 314 pages
...slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, — and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyselt in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and...their last sleep : — the dead reign there alone." III. — Reverence, md Adoration.1 I.- [FROM THE MORNING HYMN is PARADISE.] — Miltm. " These are... | |
 | George Rhett Cathcart - American literature - 1877 - 454 pages
...That make the meadows green ; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of...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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1877 - 618 pages
...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 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 Holmes McGuffey - Readers - 1867 - 498 pages
...handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the winga Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls...down In their last sleep: the dead reign there alone. 7. So shalt thou rest; and what if thou shalt fall Unnoticed by the living; and no friend Take note... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard, Homer Baxter Sprague - Elocution - 1878 - 456 pages
...woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet — the dead are there J And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight...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... | |
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