 | Sacvan Bercovitch, Cyrus R. K. Patell - Literary Criticism - 1994 - 580 pages
...comfort from the beauty of our common sepulcher: The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun; the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable...brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of... | |
 | Carmela Ciuraru - American poetry - 2001 - 276 pages
...past, All in one mighty sepulchre. — The hills Rock-ribb'd and ancient as the sun, — the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable...complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, pour'd round all, Old Ocean's grey and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of... | |
 | Peter Loewer - Gardening - 2000 - 260 pages
...blank verse written when he was sixteen years old in which Nature discusses death: Old oceans gray and melancholy waste, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. - " He went to work in 1826 as an editor at the New York Evening Post, and from 1829 until his death... | |
 | Paul Negri - Poetry - 2001 - 70 pages
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 | Paul Negri - Poetry - 2002 - 146 pages
...past, All in one mighty sepulchre. — The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, — the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable...the meadows green; and poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden... | |
 | Gary A. Randorf - Architecture - 2002 - 228 pages
...possible to improve upon the ways of nature . . . The hills, rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun — the venerable woods — rivers that move in majesty...the complaining brooks that make the meadows green, these for years had been neglected by the people of the state . . . the men of public spirit generally,... | |
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The hills 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... 
