 | Gem book - 1846 - 398 pàgines
...gleams, Or Winter rises in the blackening 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 barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ! where first... | |
 | Half hours - 1847 - 616 pàgines
...gleams, Or Winter rises in the 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 barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first... | |
 | Garland - 1847 - 104 pàgines
...gleams, Or Winter rises in the 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 furthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first... | |
 | James Thomson - 1847 - 504 pàgines
...gleams, Or Winter rises in the blackening 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 100 Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song — where... | |
 | David Bates Tower - 1853 - 444 pàgines
...gleams, Or Winter rises in the 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, barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, — where... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1849 - 578 pàgines
...gleams, Or winter rises in the 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 barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, where first... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1849 - 446 pàgines
...Or Winter rises in the blackening east, — 5 Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should fate command me to the furthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song; where first... | |
 | Walter McLeod - 1850 - 170 pàgines
...Summer ray Or Winter rises in the 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 barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, where first... | |
 | 1850 - 340 pàgines
...gleams, Or Winter rises in the 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 barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first... | |
 | Theodore Alors W. Buckley - 1854 - 332 pàgines
...gleams, Or Winter rises in the 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 barbarous climes, Kivers unknown to song ; where first... | |
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Still sing the God of seasons as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the Summer ray... 
