 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 present,...  The Seasons ... - Seite 259von James Thomson - 1802 - 262 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | 1806 - 606 Seiten
...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,... | |
 | 1806 - 408 Seiten
...the plain, iidpirilrg AntWrnn gleams, Or Winter rises in the blSc'kdmng east ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy 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,... | |
 | Young gentleman - 1807 - 314 Seiten
...the Summer ray Ruffets the plain ; infpiring Autumn gleams; Or Winter rifes in the hlack'ning eaft ; Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to heat. Should Fate command me to the forthefl vergi Of the green earth, to diftant harh'rous climes,... | |
 | James Thomson, Thomas Park - 1808 - 444 Seiten
...Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams; Or Winter rises in the blackening east; Be my tongue inute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget...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... | |
 | Cabinet - 1808 - 524 Seiten
...the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams ; Or Winter rises in the blackening east ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart...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 Seiten
...Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rises in the black'ning east; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart...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 Seiten
...the plain ; inspiring Autumn gleams , Or Winter rises in the blackening east : He my tongue mutt, my >enl ; Breathes in our soul, informs our * : To...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... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1810 - 262 Seiten
...whom the whole creation smiles, At once the head, the heart, and tongue of all, Grown the great hymn ! For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the...no more, And dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! The Part In the void waste as in the city full ; And where HE vital breathes there must be joi..... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 546 Seiten
...Autumn gleams; Or Winter rises in the blackening eart; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more. Anil, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should Fate...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... | |
 | Thomas Janes - 1810 - 336 Seiten
...Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rises in the black'ning east; Be my tongue mute, my fancy 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,... | |
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