 | Andrew Kennedy Hutchison Boyd - 1861 - 406 halaman
...furnishes a very striking thought. Bryant has said, truly and beautifully, All that tread The globe, are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. And James Montgomery, in a poem of his which is little known, and which is amplified and spoiled in... | |
 | Henry Howe - 1861 - 844 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, traverse Barca's desert sands, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods... | |
 | Gordon Douglas Young - 1981 - 268 halaman
...Bashan is the mighty mountain which God//Yahweh coveted for his MThe realization that the millions who tread the earth are but a handful to the tribes that slumber in its bosom is quite ancient. Ishtar, both in the Gilgamesh Epic and in the Descent to the Netherworld, threatened... | |
 | Lillian Watson - 1988 - 356 halaman
...again." He said the words aloud and was fascinated by the sound they made. "All that tread the globe are but a handful to the tribes that slumber in its bosom." By the time he reached the house, bitterness and disappointment were forgotten. Doubts and fears about... | |
 | Aldo Leopold - 1992 - 400 halaman
...sixth shall say about us? If we are logically anthropomorphic, yes. We and ... 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 Where... | |
 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 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... | |
 | Robert Andrews - 1993 - 1214 halaman
...THOMAS BROWNE (1605-82). English doctor, author. Urn Burial, ch. 5(1658). 6 All that tread. The globe WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT (1 794-1878). US poet, editor. Г/ijnjiopsís, in North American Review (Cedar... | |
 | New England Historic Genealogical Society Staff - 1995 - 484 halaman
...instruction, rebuild those walls, and exterminate the nettles and the thorns ! If, " All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom," then the simple rule of « the majority " would demand that the homes of the dead be made beautiful... | |
 | Carmela Ciuraru - 2001 - 276 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, Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no... | |
 | Paul Negri - 2002 - 146 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... | |
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All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. 
