 | 1854 - 608 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 further verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Elvers unknown to song; where first... | |
 | Book - 1854 - 496 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... | |
 | 1854 - 268 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... | |
 | William Sherwood - 1856 - 466 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... | |
 | Scotland. [Appendix. - Miscellaneous.] - 1856 - 602 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 furthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song; where first... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1856 - 800 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... | |
 | Joseph William Jenks - 1856 - 574 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... | |
 | Songs - 1856 - 712 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, Bivers unknown to song ; where first... | |
 | 1856 - 754 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, jame* Xljomfon. 207 J>u gtojjet Quell... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1857 - 428 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... | |
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Still sing the God of seasons as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the Summer ray... 
