 | 1867 - 964 páginas
...? Woe there ever a bolder captaiii of a more valiant band ? Was thcra ever— but I scorn to boast. And what if thou shalt fall unnoticed by the living— and no fricnJ take note of thy departure ? Seest thou yon lonely cottage in the grove — with little gardca... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1817 - 48 páginas
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 | 1822 - 764 páginas
...thyself in the continuous .woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet, the dead are there, And millions in those solitudes,...there alone. So shall thou rest — and what if thou shall fall Unnotic'd by the living — and no friend Take note of Ihy departure ! All that breathe... | |
 | 1822 - 298 páginas
...thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound Save his -own dashings — yet, the dead are there, And millions in those solitudes,...their last sleep — the dead reign there alone. So shalt thou rest — and what if thou shalt fall Unnotic'd by the living — and no friend Take note... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1825 - 426 páginas
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 | 1826 - 438 páginas
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 | John March Putnam - 1828 - 200 páginas
...wh' it fifty jearsheiice, &c. Where roils the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings,— yet the dead are there, And millions in those solitudes,...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... | |
 | 1829 - 642 páginas
...thyself in the contiguous woods, Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound Save his own dash ings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes,...their last sleep — the dead reign there alone. So shalt thou rest; — and what if thou shalt fall Unnoticed by the living — and no friend Take note... | |
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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 began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the... 
