 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - Страниц: 1022
...slumber In its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, traverse Barca's desert sands, 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 night of years... | |
 | 1834 - Страниц: 402
...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 his own dashings ; yet — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of... | |
 | 1834 - Страниц: 406
...bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barean desert pieree ; Or lose thyself in the eontinuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings ; jet — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, sinee first The flight of... | |
 | Frederic Henry Hedge - 1836 - Страниц: 42
...South American treeThe Rocky mountains deliver up their furs to our hardy huntsmen. From Baffin's bay "To the continuous woods, Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings." wherever a new path of gain is opened, or to be opened, we are there with our capital, our... | |
 | 1836 - Страниц: 362
...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 his owndashings; yet — the dead are there; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of... | |
 | 1836 - Страниц: 708
...cooweb garret, and the dusty city. We stand with him in the depths of the great western solitudes, "Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashing;" we climb with him the rocky heights of the great western chain; and we thread with him the mazes of... | |
 | Ephraim Banks - 1838 - Страниц: 436
...tyrannous habit. But the empire of the west is in the bloom and freshness of being. Its heart is unsered by the prejudices of "damned custom;" its intellect...the north, to the sparkling surface of the tropical sea,rippled by breezes laden with the perfumes of eternal summer, our vast theatre of national achievement... | |
 | Louisa Caroline Tuthill - 1839 - Страниц: 482
...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 his own dashings ; yet — the dead are there, Anil millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of... | |
 | 1840 - Страниц: 452
...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 his own dashing* ; yet — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The night of years began,... | |
 | John Keese - 1840 - Страниц: 300
...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 his own dashings ; yet — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of... | |
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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 dashings —yet the dead are there... 
