 | George Musalas Colvocoresses - 1852 - 412 sidor
...EARLY HISTORY OF OREGON. " 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." NORTHWESTERN AMERICA is divided from the other portions of the Continent, by the Rocky Mountains,... | |
 | Samuel Henry Dickson - 1852 - 356 sidor
...That slumber in its bosom. Take the winga 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 das hings — yet, the dead are there ; And millions in these solitudes, since first The flight of... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 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... | |
 | 1853 - 560 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... | |
 | Fort Hill Cemetery Association - 1853 - 146 sidor
...bosom. Take the wings THE DEDICATION. 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 flightof years... | |
 | Joseph Warren Fabens - 1853 - 264 sidor
...roar of a mighty ocean breaking on his ear, as he strays wonderingly downward towards the west, " in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings " — -words still poetic, and descriptive of what was once the fact, — or the weary and... | |
 | 1853 - 442 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... | |
 | Ludwig Herrig - 1854 - 580 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... | |
 | John Frost - 1855 - 462 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... | |
 | 1854 - 748 sidor
...ever present."—(Hymn to the Seasons.) Of morning, and the Barean 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."—(Thanatopsis.) "Take the wings These extracts are fine, but they... | |
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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... 
