 | John Bell - English poetry - 1787 - 510 pages
...gleams, Or Winter rifes in the 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 toa Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong, where firft the fun Gilds... | |
 | James Thomson, Patrick Murdoch - 1788 - 326 pages
...gleams ; Or Winter rifes in the 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 green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong ; where firft the fun Gilds... | |
 | William Scott - Elocution - 1789 - 416 pages
...Winter rifes in the blackening ealt ; ; Be my tongue mute, may fancy 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... | |
 | William Creech - English literature - 1791 - 318 pages
...defpitefully ufe you.". Remember the words of the poet — " Should Fate command me to the fartheft verge " Of the green earth — to diftant barbarous 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 - English poetry - 1791 - 966 pages
...gleams ; Or Winter riles in the blackening cad; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the farthcft verge Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong ; where firft... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - Conduct of life - 1791 - 510 pages
...gleams; Or Winter rifcs in the 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 Farthcft verge Of the green earth, to dillant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong; where firft... | |
 | James Thomson, Patrick Murdoch - English poetry - 1793 - 308 pages
...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 firil the fun Gilds Indian mountains, or his fetting beam Flames on th' Atlantic ifles; 'tis nought... | |
 | Catherine D'Oyly - 1794 - 748 pages
...God : — " Should fate command me to the fartheft verg« " Of the green earth, to diftant barb'rous climes, * Rivers unknown to fong ; where firft. the fun " Gilds Indian mountains, or his felting beam " Flames on th' Atlantic ifles ; 'tis nought to me» c•' Since God is ever prefent,... | |
 | Robert Anderson - English poetry - 1795 - 972 pages
...Or Winter rifes in the 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 vy Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climn, Rivers unknown to fong ; where firft the fun Gilds... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - English poetry - 1796 - 574 pages
...gleams ; Or Winter rifes in the blackening caft; Ut my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the farthcft verge Oí t'ic green earth, to diftunt barbarous cliT.es, Rivers unknown to fi.ng; where firil... | |
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tis nought to me, Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full... 
