 | Steven Gould Axelrod, Camille Roman, Thomas Travisano - 2003 - 770 halaman
...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 its bosom. —Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan6 wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods... | |
 | William Roetzheim - 2006 - 760 halaman
...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 its bosom. — Take the wings of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, or lose thyself in the continuous woods... | |
 | George Rapanos - 2006 - 295 halaman
...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 its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods... | |
 | Henry Adams - 2006 - 244 halaman
...heaven Are glowing 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 its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Borean desert pierce; Or lose thyself in the continuous woods That... | |
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All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. 
