 | C. P. Bronson - Elocution - 1845 - 390 pages
...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 - Elocution - 1845 - 334 pages
...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... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - Elocution - 1845 - 396 pages
...but a Imnflfull, 10 the tribes. That slumber in its bosom. Take the wing* Of morning, and the Barcau desert pierce, Or, lose thyself in the continuous...woods, Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save its own dashing* — yet — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since Grst The night... | |
 | Gem book - 1846 - 398 pages
...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 their last sleep : the dead reign there alone. So shalt thou rest — and what if them shalt fall Unheeded by the living, and no friend Take note... | |
 | William Russell - Elocution - 1846 - 420 pages
...and unimpressive, on the other. Solemnity. Extract from the Thanatopsis. — Bryant. ' All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber...first The flight of years began, have laid them down To their last sleep : — the dead reign there alone. — So shalt thou rest ; — and what if thou... | |
 | George Vandenhoff - Elocution - 1846 - 398 pages
...host of heav'n, Are shining as the sad abodes of death, Thro' the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber...woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save of his own dashings ; yet, — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The... | |
 | Travers Twiss - Northwest boundary of the United States - 1846 - 304 pages
...Mr. Washington Irving has pronounced to be amongst the most distinguished of American poets : — " Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce,...Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings." If we adopt the more extensive use of the term Oregon territory, as applied to the entire country intermediate... | |
 | Elocution - 1847 - 312 pages
...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...their last sleep : — the dead reign there alone." HI. — Reverence, and Adoration.' 1. — [FROM THE MORNING HYMN IN PARADISE.] — Milton. " These... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - American poetry - 1847 - 456 pages
...heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The giohe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its...In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone. So shalt thou rest ; and what if thou shalt fall Unnoticed by the living, and no friend Take note of... | |
 | George Vandenhoff - Elocution - 1847 - 396 pages
...host of heav'n, Are shining as the sad abodes of death, Thro' the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber...woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save of his own dashings ; yet, — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The... | |
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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... 
