 | James Thomson - 1793 - 300 sayfa
...theme, Whether the blossom blows, the Summer ray 95 SHOULD fate command me to the farthest verge i oo Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers...nought to me: Since GOD is ever present, ever felt, 105 In the void waste as in the city full; And where HE vital breathes there must be joy. When even... | |
 | James Thomson - 1800 - 302 sayfa
...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 barbarous climes , Hirers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on... | |
 | 1800 - 322 sayfa
...Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, fos-get my heart to beat! 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 GilJs Indian mountains, or his setting... | |
 | James Thomson - 1802 - 320 sayfa
...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 barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting... | |
 | James Thomson - 1803 - 268 sayfa
...climes , Rivers unknown to song i where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting bearn Flames on th' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me : Since GOD is ever present , ever fejt , .-..-, In the void waste as in /ih? city flriVi x -,,.. . -V And where UR vital breathes , tlicrc... | |
 | James Thomson - 1803 - 186 sayfa
...east; 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 sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting... | |
 | James Thomson, John Aikin - 1804 - 232 sayfa
...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...Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, 'tis nought to me } Since God is ever present, ever felt, 105 And where he vital... | |
 | E. Tomkins - 1804 - 416 sayfa
...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 sayfa
...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 sayfa
... 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... | |
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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. 
