 | James Thomson - 1793 - 300 σελίδες
...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...Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me: Since GOD is ever present, ever felt, 105 In the void waste... | |
 | James Thomson - 1800 - 302 σελίδες
...blackening 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 barbarous climes , Hirers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on... | |
 | 1800 - 322 σελίδες
...black'ning east; 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 - 340 σελίδες
...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...Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me: Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in... | |
 | James Thomson - 1802 - 344 σελίδες
...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...Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me: Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in... | |
 | James Thomson - 1802 - 320 σελίδες
...black'ning 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 barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting... | |
 | James Thomson - 1803 - 186 σελίδες
...hlackening 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 - 1803 - 268 σελίδες
...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, John Aikin - 1804 - 232 σελίδες
...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...nought to me } Since God is ever present, ever felt, 105 And where he vital breathes there must be joy. When e'en at last the solemn hour shall come, And... | |
 | E. Tomkins - 1804 - 416 σελίδες
...hlackening 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 suu Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting... | |
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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. 
