 | Thomas Wright (of Borthwick, Scotland.) - 1844 - Страниц: 572
...infinite host of heaven Are shining on the sad abodes of death Through the still lapse of ages. AH that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes...slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the B:irciin desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no... | |
 | Hugh Murray - 1844 - Страниц: 392
...infinite host of heaven, •Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Still we prefer the lines "To the Past," -which are at once lofty, tender, and pleasing. Thou unrelenting... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - Страниц: 482
...the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the...first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone. So shalt thou rest; and what if thou shalt fall... | |
 | Salem Town - 1845 - Страниц: 296
...the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the...first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone. So shalt thou rest; and what if thou shalt fall... | |
 | John Frost - 1845 - Страниц: 458
...the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the...first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep ; the dead reign there alone. So shall thou rest ; and what if thou shalt fall... | |
 | Salem Town - 1845 - Страниц: 264
...the. infinite host of heaven, Are shining en the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the...first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone. So shalt thou rest; and what if thou fihalt fall... | |
 | James Edward Murdoch, William Russell - 1845 - Страниц: 374
...the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the...first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep : — the dead reign there alone." 3. Reverence, and Adoration* 1. " These are... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - Страниц: 330
...sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe, are but a handfull, to the tribes, That slumber in its bosom. Take the...woods, Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save its own dashings — yet — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - Страниц: 390
...Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe, are but a handful!, to Ihe Iribcs, Thai slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and...pierce, Or, lose thyself in the continuous woods, Where lolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save its own dashings — yet — the dead are there ; And millions... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - Страниц: 334
...shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe, arc but a handful!, to the tribes, That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Bar can desert pierce, Or, lose thyself in the continuous woods, Where rolls the Oregon, and hears... | |
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All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom... 
