 | Edwin D. Culp - History - 1987 - 204 pages
...once called "the Oregon.' This is the river which Bryant mentions in his immortal poem, Thanatopsis: Or lose thyself in the continuous woods, Where rolls...Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there. The navigable rivers of Oregon were the roadways for the early explorers of the West. If the magnitude... | |
 | Lillian Watson - Body, Mind & Spirit - 1988 - 356 pages
...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,...slumber in its bosom.— Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears... | |
 | Aldo Leopold - Nature - 1992 - 400 pages
...to consider what the sixth shall say about us? If we are logically anthropomorphic, yes. We and ... all that tread The globe are but a handful to the...That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning; pierce the Barcan wilderness Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears... | |
 | Virgil J. Vogel - History - 1991 - 348 pages
...called it "Oregon or Columbia." In 1817 William Cullen Bryant's poem "Thanatopsis" contained the lines "or lose thyself in the continuous woods / where rolls the Oregon and hears no sound." John Wyeth (1832) wrote of the "Oregon river whence the territory takes its name."16 The name Oregon... | |
 | Martin Gardner - Poetry - 1992 - 226 pages
...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,...slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon and hears... | |
 | Nelson A. Miles - Social Science - 1992 - 298 pages
...Columbia, which once bore the name of Oregon, that Bryant refers in his poem "Thanatopsis" when he says: " Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save its own dashings — yet the dead are there." After passing the bar and entering the river one is reminded... | |
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All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom... 
