 | Half hours - 1847 - 616 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... | |
 | James Thomson - 1847 - 504 pages
...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... | |
 | Garland - 1847 - 104 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 furthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first... | |
 | David Bates Tower - 1853 - 444 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, barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, — where... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - Elocution - 1849 - 466 pages
...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1849 - 578 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 barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, where first... | |
 | Religious poetry - 1850 - 300 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 barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song; where first... | |
 | Walter McLeod - 1850 - 170 pages
...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... | |
 | Sacred poetry - 1854 - 268 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 barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ! where first... | |
 | Book - 1854 - 496 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 barbarous 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... 
