 | Andrew Comstock - 1841 - 410 sidor
...in its bosom. | Take the wings Of morn'ing, | and the Barcon des,ert , pierce,, | Or lose thyself in the continuous woods' | Where rolls the Or'egon, | and hears no sound, | Save Ais own dash,ings — | yet the dead are there, ; | And miirions in those solitudes, | since first... | |
 | Samuel Niles Sweet - 1843 - 324 sidor
...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 own dashings, — yet, the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of... | |
 | 1844 - 402 sidor
...beloved country, and with the force of some long pent-up river, it is flowing from the Atlantic coast, to ' The continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashing.' But the greater its prosperity the greater is the necessity of watchful care, of conforming to its... | |
 | William Morrison Engles - 1844 - 274 sidor
...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 own dashings ; yet — the dead are there And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years... | |
 | 1860
...has trodden the crowded streets of the Chinese city, and trembled with a nameless awe — ..... " iu the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings." He has mused over the ruins of the ancient world ; temples, palaces, theatres, hippodromes,... | |
 | 1843 - 434 sidor
...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 hia own dashlngs ; yet — tho dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight... | |
 | Salem Town - 1845 - 264 sidor
...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 own dashings; yet — the dead are there; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years... | |
 | Salem Town - 1845 - 296 sidor
...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 own dashings; yet — the dead are there; ' And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of... | |
 | James Edward Murdoch, William Russell - 1845 - 424 sidor
...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 own dashings, — yet the dead are there ; And millions, in those solitudes, since first The flight of... | |
 | John Frost - 1845 - 458 sidor
...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 own dashings, yet, the dead are there. And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years... | |
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Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings —yet the dead are there... 
