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" 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... "
New-York Quarterly Magazine - Сторінка 91
1854
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The Wesleyan-Methodist Magazine

1857 - 1196 стор.
...the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods M'here rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings, — yet — the dead are there ! " We enter a city of antiquity, — memorable Syracuse or disinterred Pompeii, — through a street...
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The Inquirer, Том 1

1822 - 764 стор.
...but a 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 the Oregan, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet, the dead are there, And millions in those...
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Specimens of the American Poets

1822 - 298 стор.
...but a 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 the Oregan, and hears no sound Save his -own dashings — yet, the dead are there, And millions in those...
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The American First Class Book, Or, Exercises in Reading and Recitation

John Pierpont - 1823 - 492 стор.
...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 Oregan, and hears no sound, 22 * 2S8 THE AMERICAN (Lew<ra 11T. Save his own dashings — yet — the...
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English Grammar: With an Improved Syntax. Part I. Comprehending at One View ...

John March Putnam - 1828 - 200 стор.
...ami qualities is understood ; as, A period having arrived wh' it fifty jearsheiice, &c. Where roils 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...
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The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and ..., Том 2

1829 - 520 стор.
...momipg, and the Barcnn desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the contiguous woods, Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since (irst The flight of vcars began, have laid them down In their...
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Kettell, Samuel: Specimens of American Poetry...

1829 - 436 стор.
...morning — and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings— yet— the dead are there, And millions hi those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their...
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Specimens of American Poetry: With Critical and Biographical Notices ..., Том 3

Samuel Kettell - 1829 - 432 стор.
...but a 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 the Oregan, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings—yet—the dead are there, And millions in those...
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Studies in Poetry: Embracing Notices of the Lives and Writings of the Best ...

George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 стор.
...a 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 the Oregan, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet — the dead are there, And millions in those...
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 стор.
...the tribes That slumber In its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, traverse Barca's desert sands, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls...Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there: And millions in those solitudes, since first The night of years began, have laid them down In their...
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