 | 1822 - 298 pagina’s
...Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound Save his -own dashings — yet, the dead are there,...So shalt thou rest — and what if thou shalt fall Unnotic'd by the living — and no friend Take note of thy departure ! All that breathe Will share... | |
 | 1822 - 764 pagina’s
...desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous .woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet, the dead are there,...their last sleep — the dead reign there alone. So shall thou rest — and what if thou shall fall Unnotic'd by the living — and no friend Take note... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1823 - 492 pagina’s
...the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound, 22 * 2S8 THE AMERICAN (Lew<ra 11T. Save his own dashings — yet — the dead are there,...last sleep — the dead reign there alone. — So shall thou rest — and what if thou shalt fall Unnoticed by the living — and no friend Take note... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1825 - 426 pagina’s
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 | 1825 - 426 pagina’s
...but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. So -l..ni thou rest — and what if thou shall fall Unnoticed by the living — and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will snare thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each... | |
 | 1826 - 438 pagina’s
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 | John March Putnam - 1828 - 200 pagina’s
...as, A period having arrived wh' it fifty jearsheiice, &c. Where roils the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings,— yet the dead are there,...their last sleep ; the dead reign there alone. So ihalt thou rest — and what if thou shalt fall Unnoticed by the living, and no friend Take note of... | |
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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: And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years... 
