 | E Tomkins - 1806 - 280 pages
...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 harharous climes, Rivers unknown to song, where first... | |
 | James Thomson - 1806 - 242 pages
...gleams; r Winter rises in the blackening east; e my tongue mute, .may fancy paint no more, nd, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should fate command me to the farthest verge 100 >f the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, livers unknown to song; where first... | |
 | James Thomson, Thomas Park - 1808 - 444 pages
...gleams; Or Winter rises in the blackening east; Be my tongue inute, 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... | |
 | Cabinet - 1808 - 524 pages
...; 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... | |
 | English poetry - English poetry - 1809 - 308 pages
...gleams, Or Winter rises in the 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 barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song; where first... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - English poetry - 1809 - 604 pages
..., Or Winter rises in the blackening east : He my tongue mutt, my fancy paint no more. And, 'dead to s our * : To hint no high, no low, no great, no small; He farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant bitrtarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - English poetry - 1810 - 546 pages
...gleams; Or Winter rises in the blackening eart; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more. Anil, 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... | |
 | Lindley Murray - Readers - 1811 - 286 pages
...Think, O my foul, devoutly think, How, with affrighted eyes, Of the green earth, to diftant barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to fong : where firft the fun...Indian mountains, or his fetting beam .. Flames on the Atlantic ifles ; 'tis nought to me % Since God is ever prefent, ever felt, In the void wafte as... | |
 | William Somervile - 1811 - 312 pages
...; 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 barb'rous climes, rivers unknown to song; where first... | |
 | William Scott - Elocution - 1814 - 424 pages
...gleams, Or winter rises in the blackeningeast — Be my tongue mute, my fancy psint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat '. Should fate command me to the farthest verge v Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first... | |
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tis nought to me, Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full... 
