 | 1822 - 764 str.
...and, poured round all, Old Ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — • Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The...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... | |
 | 1822 - 298 str.
...— and, poured round all, Old Ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The...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... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1823 - 492 str.
...; 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, , Are ginning on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but... | |
 | 1825 - 426 str.
...green ; and poured round Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The...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. So -l..ni thou... | |
 | 1825 - 412 str.
...green ; and poured roui all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun. The...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... | |
 | John March Putnam - 1828 - 200 str.
...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... | |
 | 1829 - 436 str.
...green ; and pour'd round all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The...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... | |
 | 1829 - 642 str.
...— and, pour'd 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...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... | |
 | 1829 - 520 str.
...green— and, pour'd 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...shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still laps? of ages— all that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.... | |
 | 1829 - 514 str.
...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...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... | |
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All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. 
