 The planets, all 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 tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness,...  Poetical Works of William Cullen Bryant - 第 22 頁William Cullen Bryant 著 - 1878 - 501 頁完整檢視 - 關於此書
 | John B. Horner - 1809 - 142 頁
...LITT. D., Professor of Rhetoric and English Literature in, the State Agricultural College of Oregon. Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan -wilderness,...thyself in the continuous -woods Where rolls the Oregon .... BRYANT : T/ianatopsis. COBVALLIS : MDCCCXC1.X COPYRIGHT 1899 BY JB HORNER. STATESMAN Joe PRlNT,... | |
 | 1857 - 1196 頁
...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... | |
 | 1829 - 436 頁
...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 last sleep... | |
 | 1832 - 606 頁
...morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods W here rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound Save his own dashings ; yet the dead are there, And millious in those solitudes, since first The night of years hegan, have laid them down In their last... | |
 | 1834 - 406 頁
...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 years began,... | |
 | 1836 - 362 頁
...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 - 42 頁
...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 enterprise,... | |
 | Ephraim Banks - 1838 - 436 頁
...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... | |
 | Louisa Caroline Tuthill - 1839 - 482 頁
...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 dashings ; yet — the dead are there, Anil millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their... | |
 | 1839 - 430 頁
...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...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,... | |
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