| 1833 - 508 էջ
...waste I guide my steed, Among the high rank grass that sweeps his sides, The hollow beating of his footstep seems A sacrilegious sound. I think of those...crowded with old oaks, Answer. — A race that long has passed away Built (hem ; a disciplined and populous race Heaped, with long toil, the earth, while yet... | |
| 1834 - 428 էջ
...hollow healing of his foolslcpt seems A .aciil.vi.'ii sound. I think of lho«« Upon whose rest be tramples. Are they here — The dead of other days -and did the dust Of these lair solitudes oner stir with life. And kuro wall passion .' Let the might} mounds. That overlook the... | |
| William Cullen Bryant - 1836 - 288 էջ
...waste I guide my steed, Among the high rank grass that sweeps his sides, The hollow beating of his footstep seems A sacrilegious sound. I think of those...crowded with old oaks, Answer. A race, that long has passed away, Built them ; — a disciplined and populous race Heaped, with long toil, the earth, while... | |
| William Cullen Bryant - 1836 - 286 էջ
...waste I guide my steed, Among the high rank grass that sweeps his sides, The hollow beating of his footstep seems A sacrilegious sound. I think of those...tramples. Are they here— The dead of other days 1 — and did the dust Of these fair solitudes once stir with life And burn with passion 1 Let the... | |
| Edmund Flagg - 1838 - 306 էջ
...may our frame consume,, Th' immortal spirit in the skies may bloom." St. Clair Co., Illinois. XV. " Are they here, The dead of other days'! And did the...solitudes once stir with life And burn with passion 1 All is gone ; All, save the piles of earth that hold their bones, The platforms where they worshipp'd... | |
| Edmund Flagg - 1838 - 280 էջ
...spirit in the skies may bloom." St. Clair Co., Illinois. XV. " Are they here, The dead of other days 1 And did the dust Of these fair solitudes once stir with life And burn with passion 1 All is gone ; All, save the piles of earth that hold their bones, The platforms where they worshipp'd... | |
| Edmund Flagg - 1838 - 280 էջ
...spirit in the skies maj bloom," St. Clair Co., Illinois* XV. " Are they here, The dead of other days 1 And did the dust Of these fair solitudes once stir with life And hurn with passion 1 All is gone ; All, save the piles of earth that hold their bones, The platforms... | |
| William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 328 էջ
...waste I guide my steed, Among the high, rank grass that sweeps his sides, The hollow beating of his footstep seems A sacrilegious sound. I think of those...crowded with old oaks, Answer. A race, that long has pass'd away, Built them ; a disciplined and populous race Heap'd, with long toil, the earth, while... | |
| 1840 - 322 էջ
...waste I guide my steed Among the high rank grass that sweeps his sides', The hollow beating of his footstep seems' A sacrilegious sound. I think of those...crowded with old oaks', Answer'. A race that long has passed away Built them'; a disciplined, and populous race Heaped', with long toil, the earth', while... | |
| William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 292 էջ
...waste I guide my steed, Among the high rank grass that sweeps his sides, The hollow beating of his footstep seems A sacrilegious sound. I think of those...tramples. Are they here — The dead of other days 1 — and did the dust Of these fair solitudes once stir with life And burn with passion 2 Let the... | |
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