 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 —...  Every Saturday - Pagina 2861873Visualizzazione completa - Informazioni su questo libro
 | 1857 - 1196 pagine
...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... | |
 | 1822 - 764 pagine
...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 solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their... | |
 | 1822 - 298 pagine
...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 solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their... | |
 | John March Putnam - 1828 - 200 pagine
...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... | |
 | 1829 - 436 pagine
...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... | |
 | 1829 - 520 pagine
...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... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 pagine
...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 solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pagine
...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... | |
 | 1832 - 606 pagine
...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... | |
 | Bela Bates Edwards - 1833 - 892 pagine
...— 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 solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their... | |
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