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" In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,... "
Memorial Services Held in the House of Representatives of the United States ... - 56 ÆäÀÌÁö
ÀúÀÚ: United States. 77th Cong., 2d sess., 1942. House, United States. Congress House - 1944 - 68 ÆäÀÌÁö
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Specimens of the American Poets

1822 - 298 ÆäÀÌÁö
...and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green — and, poured round all, Old Ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations...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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The Inquirer, 1±Ç

1822 - 764 ÆäÀÌÁö
...and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green — and, poured round all, Old Ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — • Are but the solemn decorations...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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The American First Class Book, Or, Exercises in Reading and Recitation

John Pierpont - 1823 - 492 ÆäÀÌÁö
...the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, , Are ginning on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse...to the tribes . •„ That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings . . Of morning — and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous...
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The United States Literary Gazette, 1±Ç

1825 - 426 ÆäÀÌÁö
...majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and poured round Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations...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...
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The United States Literary Gazette, 1±Ç

1825 - 412 ÆäÀÌÁö
...infinite host of heaven. Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through tile still lapse of ages. AU that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. So shall thou rest — and what if thou shah fall Unnoticed by the living — and no friend Take note...
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English Grammar: With an Improved Syntax. Part I. Comprehending at One View ...

John March Putnam - 1828 - 200 ÆäÀÌÁö
...earth without a vestige ;— Heaven decrees It shall be otherwise, and I submit. THANATOPSIS- BRYANT. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosoro. — Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous...
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The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and ..., 2±Ç

1829 - 642 ÆäÀÌÁö
...rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green — and, pour'd round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste,—...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 contiguous woods, Where...
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Kettell, Samuel: Specimens of American Poetry...

1829 - 436 ÆäÀÌÁö
...majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and pour'd round all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations...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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The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and ..., 2±Ç

1829 - 514 ÆäÀÌÁö
...melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden tun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are...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 contiguous woods, Where...
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Sermons, 1±Ç

Cornelius Roosevelt Duffie - 1829 - 444 ÆäÀÌÁö
...have vanished away. " This earth and ocean, all, Are the great tomb of man ; And all the planetary host of heaven Are shining on the sad abodes of death,...a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. ——Millions — since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep."...
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