| Gem book - 1846 - 398 Seiten
...gleams, Or Winter rises in the blackening 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 green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ! where first... | |
| Half hours - 1847 - 616 Seiten
...gleams, Or Winter rises in the 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... | |
| Garland - 1847 - 104 Seiten
...gleams, Or Winter rises in the 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 furthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first... | |
| James Thomson - 1847 - 504 Seiten
...gleams, Or Winter rises in the blackening 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 100 Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song — where... | |
| David Bates Tower - 1853 - 444 Seiten
...gleams, Or Winter rises in the 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... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1849 - 578 Seiten
...gleams, Or winter rises in the 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... | |
| Richard Green Parker - 1849 - 446 Seiten
...Or Winter rises in the blackening east, — 5 Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should fate command me to the furthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song; where first... | |
| Walter McLeod - 1850 - 170 Seiten
...Summer ray Or Winter rises in the 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... | |
| 1850 - 340 Seiten
...gleams, Or Winter rises in the 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... | |
| Theodore Alors W. Buckley - 1854 - 332 Seiten
...gleams, Or Winter rises in the 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, Kivers unknown to song ; where first... | |
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