 | E Tomkins - 1806 - 280 sivua
...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 harharous climes, Rivers unknown to song, where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting... | |
 | William Crow - 1806 - 106 sivua
... r A POEM. IN SIX CANTOS. BY WILLIAM CROW. " Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous cliroe,, Riven unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting... | |
 | 1806 - 606 sivua
...contemplative devotion. The following passage reminds us of those delightful lines in Thomson's hymns: ' Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, &c. ;' the idea of which, perhaps, was suggested by Horace's * Panh me pigris ubi nulla campis Arbor,... | |
 | 1808 - 356 sivua
...them on his native plains, or • " At the farthest verge Of die gveen earth, in distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beams Flame on th' Atlantic isles." Such are the uses, and such the pleasures, which result from the... | |
 | Cabinet - 1808 - 524 sivua
...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... | |
 | James Thomson, Thomas Park - 1808 - 444 sivua
...blackening east; Be my tongue inute, may 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... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 308 sivua
...black'ning 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... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1809 - 604 sivua
...blackening east : He my tongue mutt, my fancy paint no more. And, 'dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. o low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals alL Ce bitrtarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting... | |
 | Thomas Janes - 1810 - 336 sivua
...paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! 1,91 Should fate command me to the furthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes,...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... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 536 sivua
...Should Fate command me to the farthest verg* Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Kivers unknown to song ; where first the Sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam I'lames on th' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the. void... | |
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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... 
