 | 1833 - 508 páginas
...hollow beating of his footstep seems A sacrilegious sound. I think of those Upon whose rest he tramples. Are they here — The dead of other days, — and...Answer. — A race that long has passed away Built (hem ; a disciplined and populous race Heaped, with long toil, the earth, while yet the Greek Was hewing... | |
 | 1834 - 428 páginas
...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 - 286 páginas
...sound. I think of those Upon whose rest he 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 mighty mounds That overlook the rivers, or that rise In the dim forest crowded with old oaks,... | |
 | Edmund Flagg - 1838 - 306 páginas
...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 páginas
...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 páginas
...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 páginas
...hollow beating of his footstep seems A sacrilegious sound. I think of those Upon whose rest he tramples. Are they here — The dead of other days? and did...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 - 544 páginas
...footstep seems A sacrilegious sound. I think of those Upon whose rest he tramples. Are they here — Th« dead of other days ? and did the dust Of these fair...passion ? Let the mighty mounds That overlook the riven, or that rite In the dim forest. crowded with old oaks, Answer. A race, that long has pass'd... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 292 páginas
...sound. I think of those Upon whose rest he 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 mighty mounds That overlook the rivers, or that rise In the dim forest crowded with old oaks,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 páginas
...beating of his footstep seems A oarrile:rious sound. I think of those ' 1»n whose rest he tramples. Are they here — The dead of other days ? — and did the dust I if these fair solitudes once stir with life And bum with passion ? Let the mighty mounds That overlook... | |
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Among the high rank grass that sweeps his sides, The hollow beating of his footstep seems A sacrilegious sound. I think of those Upon whose rest he tramples. Are they here — The dead of other days, — and did the dust Of these fair solitudes once stir... 
