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" Should Fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, 'tis nought to me ; Since God is ever... "
A Sermon, Delivered at the Installation of the Rev. Sebastian Streeter: As ... - Sivu 21
tekijä(t) Russell Streeter - 1824 - 28 sivua
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The Seasons: By James Thomson; with His Life, an Index, and Glossary ...

James Thomson - 1793 - 225 sivua
...Summer ray 95 SHOULD fate command me to the farthest verge i oo Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun...Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me: Since GOD is ever present, ever felt, 105 In the void waste...

The Beauties of the Poets:: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry ...

Thomas Janes - 1800 - 304 sivua
...black'ning east; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, fos-get my heart to beat! Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the...climes, Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun GilJs Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me :. Since...

The Seasons: By James Thomson

James Thomson, Patrick Murdoch - 1800 - 288 sivua
...blackening east ; Be my tongue mute , my fancy paint no more , And, dead to joy , forget my heart to heat ! Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth , to distant barbarous climes , Hirers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting...

The Seasons...

James Thomson, gen - 2012 - 166 sivua
...black'ning east; Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the...Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me: Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in...

The Works of Mr. James Thomson: With His Last Corrections and ..., Nide 1

James Thomson, Patrick Murdoch - 1802
...blackening east; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting...

The works of mr. James Thomson, to which is prefixed the life of the author ...

James Thomson, Patrick Murdoch - 1802
...blackening east; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting...

The Seasons, with the life of the author, by S. Johnson

James Thomson - 1836
...hlackening east; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And dead to joy, forget my heart to heat! Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant harharous climes. Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting...

Poems on Various Subjects: Selected to Enforce the Practice of Virtue, and ...

E. Tomkins - 1804 - 256 sivua
...hlackening East, Be my tongue mute, my Fancy paint no more. And, dead to joy, forget my heart to heat ! Should Fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant harharous climes, Rivers unknown to song, where first the suu Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting...

The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry

1806 - 304 sivua
...east; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! I 2 177 Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the...Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me : Since GOD is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as...

The Poetical Preceptor; Or, A Collection of Select Pieces of Poetry ...

1806 - 380 sivua
...heart to bent ! Should fate command me to the fai thest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun...Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me: Since GOD is ever present, ever 'felt, In the void waste as...




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