 | John Wilson - 1856 - 432 pages
...the infinite host of 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... | |
 | John Wilson - 1856 - 416 pages
...the infinite host of 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... | |
 | Gordon Douglas Young - 1981 - 268 pages
...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 pages
...the infinite host of 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 Where... | |
 | Aldo Leopold - 1992 - 400 pages
...to consider what the 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 pages
...the infinite host of 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 pages
...pompous in the grave. SIR THOMAS BROWNE (1605-82). English doctor, author. Urn Burial, ch. 5(1658). 6 ined. bk. 4. 1 1 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT (1 794-1878). US poet, editor. Г/ijnjiopsís, in North American Review (Cedar... | |
 | New England Historic Genealogical Society Staff - 1995 - 484 pages
...them and receive 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... | |
 | Jay Parini - 1995 - 788 pages
...the infinite host of 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... | |
 | Various - 1996 - 496 pages
...the infinite host of 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 50 That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose... | |
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The planets, all the infinite host of 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. 
