 | 1819 - 188 pàgines
...blackening east ; Besmy tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And dead to joy, fmget my heait to beat ! Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes. Rivers uitknown to song; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1819 - 658 pàgines
...declamation is bombast rant.' — ' Besides, wherever I am, or in whatever situation I may be— ' Tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the wild waste as in the city full ; And where he vital breathes, there must be joy !' Saturday Night—... | |
 | Ebenezer Henderson - 1819 - 634 pàgines
...the hill of winds.1" But I. could also, with a nobler propriety^ adopt the effusions of Thomson : " 'Tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In die void waste, as in the city full ; And where he vital breathes, there must be joy." The night was... | |
 | John Aikin - 1820 - 832 pàgines
...mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should Fate command me to die y dost thy power maintain, And wilt not bear a rival...was in Arcite prov'd, and Palamon ; Both in despa th' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as... | |
 | William Scott - 1820 - 398 pàgines
...heart to beat ! Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'ross climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun...mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isle ; 'tis nought tome— Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full... | |
 | William Scott - 1819 - 366 pàgines
...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 barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting... | |
 | William Scott - 1820 - 422 pàgines
...blackening east — Be my tongue mute my fancy pa'mt 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 snng ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting... | |
 | John Bowdler - 1821 - 510 pàgines
...no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Rivers unknown to song ; where first the SUTJ Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames...GOD is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste a» in the city full ; And where He vital breathes there must be joy. When even at last the solemn... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1821 - 280 pàgines
...black'ning east; 8. Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the greeu earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun...beam Flames on the Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to m« .Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full; And where HE vital... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1821 - 280 pàgines
...heart to beat ! Should fate command'tne 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... | |
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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. 
