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" Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun, the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods — rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy... "
The Book of Poetry - 152 ページ
編集 - 1844 - 264 ページ
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Retrospective Review, 第 9 巻

Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1824 - 408 ページ
...The venerable woods — rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green — and, poured round all, Old ocean's grey...solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man." We now come to the prose writers. We shall speak merely of a few of those who have contributed to general...

Specimens of the American Poets

1822 - 298 ページ
...The venerable woods — rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green — and, poured round all, Old Ocean's grey...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...

The American First Class Book, Or, Exercises in Reading and Recitation

John Pierpont - 1823 - 492 ページ
...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...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...

The Retrospective Review, 第 9 巻

1824 - 408 ページ
...brooks Thai make ihe meadows green — and, poured round all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy wasle, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man." We now come to the prose writers. We shall speak merely of a few of those who have contributed to general...

The United States Literary Gazette, 第 1 巻

1825 - 426 ページ
...rivers that move Tn majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and poured round Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are but...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...

The United States Literary Gazette, 第 1 巻

1825 - 412 ページ
...rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and poured roui all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are...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...

The Retrospective Review, 第 9 巻

1824 - 408 ページ
...venerable woods — rivers that move • In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green — and, poured round all, Old ocean's grey...solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man." We now come to the prose writers. We shall speak merely of a few of those who have contributed to general...

Kettell, Samuel: Specimens of American Poetry...

1829 - 436 ページ
...— rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and pour'd round all, Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste,...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...

The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and ..., 第 2 巻

1829 - 642 ページ
...and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green — and, pour'd round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste,— Are but the solemn decorations...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...

The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and ..., 第 2 巻

1829 - 520 ページ
...majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green— and, pour'd round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations...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....




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