 | 1833 - 522 стор.
...sound. I think of those Upon whose rest he tramples. Are they here — The dead of other days, — and did the dust Of these fair solitudes once stir...That overlook the rivers, or that rise In the dim forest, crowded with old oaks, Answer. — A race that long has passed away Built them ; a disciplined... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1836 - 288 стор.
...sound. I think of those Upon whose rest he tramples. Are they here — The dead of other days ? — and did the dust Of these fair solitudes once stir...That overlook the rivers, or that rise In the dim forest crowded with old oaks, Answer. A race, that long has passed away, Built them ; — a disciplined... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1836 - 286 стор.
...sound. I think of those Upon whose rest he tramples. Are they here— The dead of other days 1 — and did the dust Of these fair solitudes once stir with life And burn with passion 1 Let the mighty mounds That overlook the rivers, or that rise In the dim forest crowded with old oaks,... | |
 | Edmund Flagg - 1838 - 306 стор.
...spirit in the skies may bloom." St. Clair Co., Illinois. XV. " Are they here, The dead of other days'! And did the dust Of these fair solitudes once stir with life And burn with passion 1 All is gone ; All, save the piles of earth that hold their bones, The platforms where they worshipp'd... | |
 | Edmund Flagg - 1838 - 280 стор.
...spirit in the skies maj bloom," St. Clair Co., Illinois* XV. " Are they here, The dead of other days 1 And did the dust Of these fair solitudes once stir with life And hurn with passion 1 All is gone ; All, save the piles of earth that hold their bones, The platforms... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 328 стор.
...sacrilegious sound. I think of those Upon whose rest he tramples. Are they here — The dead of other days? and did the dust Of these fair solitudes once stir...That overlook the rivers, or that rise In the dim forest, crowded with old oaks, Answer. A race, that long has pass'd away, Built them ; a disciplined... | |
 | 1840 - 322 стор.
...sacrilegious sound. I think of those Upon whose rest he tramples. Are they here' — The dead of other days' ? And did the dust Of these fair solitudes once stir...That overlook the rivers', or that rise In the dim forest', crowded with old oaks', Answer'. A race that long has passed away Built them'; a disciplined,... | |
 | 1840 - 544 стор.
...sacrilegious sound. I think of those Upon whose rest he tramples. Are they here — Th« dead of other days ? and did the dust Of these fair solitudes once stir...passion ? Let the mighty mounds That overlook the riven, or that rite In the dim forest. crowded with old oaks, Answer. A race, that long has pass'd... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 292 стор.
...sound. I think of those Upon whose rest he tramples. Are they here — The dead of other days 1 — and did the dust Of these fair solitudes once stir with life And burn with passion 2 Let the mighty mounds That overlook the rivers, or that rise In the dim forest crowded with old oaks,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 стор.
...The dead of other days ? — and did the dust I if these fair solitudes once stir with life And bum with passion ? Let the mighty mounds That overlook the rivers, or that rise In the dim forest, crowded with old oaks, Answer. A race, that long has pass'd away, Bui'.t them; — a disciplined... | |
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Of these fair solitudes once stir with life And burn with passion? Let the mighty mounds That overlook the rivers, or that rise In the dim forest crowded with old oaks, Answer. 
