 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 dead...  Journal - Стр. 9авторы: Mississippi. Legislature. House - 1894Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | John B. Horner - 1809 - Страниц: 142
...of Rhetoric and English Literature in, the State Agricultural College of Oregon. Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan -wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous -woods Where rolls the Oregon .... BRYANT : T/ianatopsis. COBVALLIS : MDCCCXC1.X COPYRIGHT 1899 BY JB HORNER. STATESMAN Joe PRlNT,... | |
 | 1834 - Страниц: 402
...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 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... | |
 | 1836 - Страниц: 362
...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 his owndashings; yet — the dead are there; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of... | |
 | Frederic Henry Hedge - 1836 - Страниц: 42
...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: 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
...intellect unclouded by the sophisms of ages. From its borders, kissed by the waves of the Atlantic, to "The continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashing ;" from the inland oceans of the north, to the sparkling surface of the tropical sea,rippled by breezes... | |
 | Louisa Caroline Tuthill - 1839 - Страниц: 482
...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 his own dashings ; yet — the dead are there, Anil millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of... | |
 | 1840 - Страниц: 452
...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 dashing* ; yet — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The night of years began, have laid them down In their... | |
 | John Keese - 1840 - Страниц: 304
...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 his own dashings ; yet — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of... | |
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