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" 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... "
Scripture References illustrated with Sacred Poetry, compiled by Two Sabbath ... - Σελίδα 14
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E Tomkins - 1806 - 280 σελίδες
...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 beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles, 'tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as...

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1806 - 408 σελίδες
...Should fate command me to the fai thest 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 th' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me: Since GOD is ever present, ever 'felt, In the void waste as...

The Indian: a Poem: In Six Cantos

William Crow - 1806 - 106 σελίδες
...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 on th' Atlantic isle. ; 'tis nought to me : S'nce God is sver present, ever felt, Jn the void waste as...

The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry

1806 - 330 σελίδες
...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 beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me : Since GOD is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as...

The Poetical Works of James Thomson: Collated with the Best Editions:

James Thomson, Thomas Park - 1808 - 444 σελίδες
...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...in the city full; And where HE vital breathes there mnst be joy. When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds,...

The cabinet of poetry, containing the best entire pieces in the works of the ...

Cabinet - 1808 - 524 σελίδες
...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 th' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever fek. In the void waste as in...

The Literary Magazine, and American Register, Τόμος 8

1808 - 356 σελίδες
...native plains, or • " At the farthest verge Of die gveen earth, in distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beams Flame on th' Atlantic isles." Such are the uses, and such the pleasures, which result from the...

The muses' bower, embellished with the beauties of English poetry, Τόμος 3

English poetry - 1809 - 308 σελίδες
...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 th' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as...

Elegant Extracts, Τόμοι 1-2

Vicesimus Knox - 1809 - 604 σελίδες
...Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant bitrtarous climes, Rivers ctions name : Our proper bliss depends on what we blame. Know thy own point : this kind, pn th' Atlantic isles, 'tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste...

The English Reader: Or, Pieces in Prose and Poetry, Selected from the Best ...

Lindley Murray - 1810 - 262 σελίδες
...east ; Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint 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.. When ev'n at last the solemn hour shall comei , And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I...




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