 | David Simpson - 1780 - 628 pàgines
...forget my heart to beat ! Should fate command me to the fartheft verg£ Of the green earth, to dift ant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong ; where firft...mountains, or his fetting beam Flames on th' Atlantic iftes ; 'tis nought to me 3 Since God is ever prefent, ever felt, In the void wafte as in the city... | |
 | Select lessons - 1785 - 156 pàgines
...blackening Eaft; Be my Tongue mute, may Fancy paint no more, And, dead to Joy, forget my Heart to beat ! Should Fate command me to the fartheft Verge Of the...Earth, to diftant barbarous Climes, Rivers unknown to Song ; where firft the Sun Gilds Indian Mountains, or his fetting Beam Flames on th' Atlantic Ifles... | |
 | John Bell - 1787 - 510 pàgines
...more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should Fate command me to the fartheft verge toa Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, Rivers...nought to me; Since God is ever prefent, ever felt, i05 In the void wafte as in the city full I A HTMN. I And where he vital breathes there muft be joy.... | |
 | James Thomson, Patrick Murdoch - 1788 - 326 pàgines
...blackening eaft; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should fate command me to the fartheft verge Of the...nought to me: /Since GOD is ever prefent, ever felt, I In the void wafte as in the crty full; And where HE vital breathes there muft be joy. When even at... | |
 | Johann Joachim Eschenburg - 1789 - 454 pàgines
...blackening Eaft ; Be my Tongue mute, may Fancy paint no more, And, dead to Joy, forget my Heart to beat I / SHOULD Fate command me to the fartheft Verge Of the...Earth, to diftant barbarous Climes, Rivers unknown to Song, where firft the Sun Gilds Indian Mountains, or his fetting Beam ' Flames on th' Atlantic Isles;... | |
 | William Scott - 1789 - 416 pàgines
...paint no more, • And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should fate command me to the furtheft verge Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong ; wherc firlt the fun Gilds Indian mountains, or his fctting beam Flames on th- Atlantic ifles ; —... | |
 | English poets - 1790 - 292 pàgines
...no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the fartheft verge 100 Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, Rivers...nought to me: Since God is ever prefent, ever felt, lo5 In the void wafte as in the city fall ; And where He vital breathes, there muft be joy. When ev'n... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1791 - 966 pàgines
...fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the farthcft in Alternate fcafons chccr'd the rolling year; In...influence mild ; and the pale moon {epair'd her waning o iiles ; 'tis nought tome : Since God is ever prefent, ever felt, In the void wafte as in the city full... | |
 | William Creech - 1791 - 318 pàgines
...but " pray for them that perfecute and defpitefully ufe you.". Remember the words of the poet — " Should Fate command me to the fartheft verge " Of...climes— " Rivers unknown to fong ; — where firft the Sun " Gilds Indian mountains, or his fetting beam " Flames on the Atlantic iflts ; 'tis nought to me,... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1791 - 510 pàgines
...forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the Farthcft verge Of the green earth, to dillant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong; where firft the fun Gilds Indian mountains, or his letting beam Flames on th' Atlantic ifles, 'tis nought to me : Since God is ever prefent, ever felt,... | |
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Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should fate command me to the fartheft verge Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong ; where firft the fun Gilds Indian mountains, or... 
