 | Lindley Murray - 1821 - 278 pàgines
...black'ning 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... | |
 | 1821 - 282 pàgines
...black'ning 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 barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to song, where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1822 - 312 pàgines
...beat! Should Fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rnus dimes, Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun Gilds...Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me; Since God is ever preient, ever felt, ID the void waste as in the city full; And where HE vital breathes there must be... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 272 pàgines
...blackening east; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paiut no more, And, dead to joy. forget my heart to beat! Should Fate command me to the farthest verge Of the...distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song"; where rirst the Sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought... | |
 | Lindley Murray, Jeremiah Goodrich - 1822 - 322 pàgines
...black'ning east; Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! 8. 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... | |
 | Charles Burton - 1823 - 234 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...mountains, or his setting beam '*'•'. Flames on i h" Atlantic islea; 't» nought to me: Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as... | |
 | William Scott - 1823 - 396 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... | |
 | Harriet Newell - 1823 - 242 pàgines
...just read a little passage in Thomson's Seasons, which I thought I could adopt as my own language; " 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... | |
 | Grace Kennedy - 1823 - 720 pàgines
...decided, nor is it for some little time necessary, on the prudence of leaving this country ; and ' should fate command me to the farthest verge of the green earth,' there, why even there, no song of peace, but gloomy anticipations would sink my soul to despondency.... | |
 | John Milton - 1824 - 510 pàgines
...blackening east ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, A Dd, "dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the...barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first tbe sun Gilds Indian mountains, or hie setting beam Flame« on th' Atlantic islet; 'tis nought to me... | |
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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. 
