 Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, 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...  The Poetical Works of William Cullen Bryant - Page lxxxby William Cullen Bryant - 1903 - 418 pagesFull view - About this book
 | C. P. Bronson - Anatomy - 1845 - 330 pages
...Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, 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 handfull, to the tribes, That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - Elocution - 1845 - 390 pages
...great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shilling on Ihe sad abodes of death, 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 the Barcan desert pierce, Or,... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - Elocution - 1845 - 334 pages
...Of the great tomb of man. The golden pun, 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, arc but a handful!, to the tribes, That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Bar... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1845 - 538 pages
...Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, 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, arc but a»handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, and the... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - Elocution - 1845 - 396 pages
...Of the great torab of man. The golden sun, The planets, alt the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that trend The globe, are but a Imnflfull, 10 the tribes. That slumber in its bosom. Take the wing* Of morning,... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - Elocution - 1845 - 398 pages
...plaiu-'-s, all ihe infinite host of heaven, Are sinning on the *ad abodes of death, Through the st.ll lapse of ages. All that tread The globe, are but a handful!, lo the tribes, That glumli'^r in ita bo.vun. Take the wingi Of morning, and the Bar can desert pierce,... | |
 | Gem book - 1846 - 398 pages
...Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse...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... | |
 | Samuel Niles Sweet - Elocution - 1846 - 340 pages
...the great tomb of man. 6. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse...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,... | |
 | Samuel Niles Sweet - Elocution - 1846 - 372 pages
...the great tomb of man. 6. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse...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,... | |
 | George Vandenhoff - Elocution - 1846 - 398 pages
...golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heav'n, Are shining as the sad abodes of death, Thro' the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe...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... | |
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