 | E. Tomkins - 1804 - 416 sivua
...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... | |
 | 1806 - 408 sivua
...paint no more. And, dead to joy, forget my heart to bent ! Should fate command me to the fai thest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes,...ever present, ever 'felt, In the void waste as in the cifjr'fuil j And where HE vital spreads 'there rritist be 'joy. When even at last the solemn hou'r'sh... | |
 | 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 beam Flames... | |
 | 1806 - 330 sivua
...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 green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting... | |
 | E Tomkins - 1806 - 280 sivua
...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... | |
 | Cabinet - 1808 - 524 sivua
...; 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,...'tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever fek. In the void waste as in the city full; And where he vital breathes, there must be joy. When ev'n... | |
 | James Thomson, Thomas Park - 1808 - 444 sivua
...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,...Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me: Since GOD is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as... | |
 | 1808 - 356 sivua
...whether he contemplates them on his native plains, or • " At the farthest verge Of die gveen earth, in distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song,...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... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1809 - 604 sivua
...He my tongue mutt, my fancy paint no more. And, 'dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should fate eat, 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... | |
 | James Thomson - 1810 - 242 sivua
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tis nought to me, Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes there must be joy. 
