 | William Cullen Bryant - 1851 - 380 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. -J-Take the wings Of morning — and the Barcan desert pierce, • Or lose thyself in the continuous... | |
 | Samuel Henry Dickson - 1852 - 356 halaman
...habitable surface, is little else than the mighty sepulchre of the past ; and " All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the winga Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1853 - 328 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 : and that it is therefore absurd to bewail the adding of a unit to the untold millions gone before.... | |
 | 1852 - 620 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, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 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. 8. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods... | |
 | 1853 - 380 halaman
...generations of men upon the burial places of other times, and heed it not. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. * * * * And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down... | |
 | 1853 - 560 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 — and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - 1853 - 492 halaman
...shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still + lapse of ages. 6. All that tread The globe, are but a handful, to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Takeithe wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the "''continuous woods... | |
 | Henry Harbaugh - 1853 - 410 halaman
...there would have died in all twentyeight thousands of millions. Truly, " All that tread The globe, are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom." Considering that one-half of the race die in infancy, we have the number of fourteen thousands of millions... | |
 | William Ingraham Kip - 1854 - 262 halaman
...saints whose record has utterly perished from the land which was once hallowed by their footsteps. " All that tread The earth are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom." IV. INSCRIPTIONS IN THE CATACOMBS. IV. THE INSCRIPTIONS DT THE CATACOMBS. THERE is an old Arabian fable,... | |
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All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. 
