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" All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. "
Biennial Report - Page 107
by Iowa. State Department of Health - 1901
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The Inquirer, Volume 1

1822 - 764 pages
...the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death,...a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous .woods...
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Specimens of the American Poets

1822 - 298 pages
...the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death,...a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods...
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The American First Class Book, Or, Exercises in Reading and Recitation

John Pierpont - 1823 - 492 pages
...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...to the tribes . •„ That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings . . Of morning — and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous...
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The United States Literary Gazette, Volume 1

1825 - 426 pages
...the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death....a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. So -l..ni thou rest — and what if thou shall fall Unnoticed by the living — and no friend Take...
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The United States Literary Gazette, Volume 1

1825 - 412 pages
...the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun. The planets, all the infinite host of 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...
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English Grammar: With an Improved Syntax. Part I. Comprehending at One View ...

John March Putnam - 1828 - 200 pages
...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...
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Sermons, Volume 1

Cornelius Roosevelt Duffie - 1829 - 444 pages
...appeared for a little while, and then have vanished away. " This earth and ocean, all, Are the great tomb of man ; And all the planetary host of heaven...bosom. ——Millions — since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep." From their graves a small still voice seems...
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The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism ..., Volume 2

1829 - 514 pages
...the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden tun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death...a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the contiguous woods, Where...
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Kettell, Samuel: Specimens of American Poetry...

1829 - 436 pages
...the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death,...a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning — and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods...
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The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism ..., Volume 2

1829 - 520 pages
...the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are 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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