 | James Thomson, Barthold Heinrich Brockes - 1745 - 586 páginas
...preifen/ werbe/ íatuí unb tvitt »er# Be my Tongue mute, may Fancy paint no more, 105 And, deed to Joy, forget my Heart to beat. SHOULD Fate command me to the fartheft Verge Of the green Earth, to hoftile barbarous Climes, Rivers unknown to Song; where firft the Sun Gilds... | |
 | Seraph - 1754 - 294 páginas
...gleams, Or winter riles in the reddening eaft ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint wo more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the fartheft verge Of the green earth, to hollile barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong ; where firft the fun Gilds... | |
 | James Thomson - 1757 - 244 páginas
...SHOULD fate command me to the fartheft verge Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, 101 Kivus unknown to fong ; where firft the fun Gilds Indian mountains, or his fetting beairt Flames on th' Atlantic ifles ; 'tis nought to me : Since GOD is ever prefent, ever felt, 105... | |
 | James Thomson - 1763 - 458 páginas
...gleams-; Or Winter rifes in the blackening eaft; Be my tongue mate, may fancy paint no more, Andi dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should fate command...earth, to diftant barbarous -climes, Rivers unknown to Song; where fir It the fun Gilds Indian mountains, or his letting beam Flames on th' Atlantic ifles;... | |
 | James Thomson - 1766 - 266 páginas
...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 i oo Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong; where firft the fun Gilds... | |
 | James Thomson - 1769 - 218 páginas
...gleams; Or Winter rifes in the blackening eaft; Re my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And , dead to joy , forget my heart to beat ! SHOULD fate command...mountains or his fetting beam Flames , 'on th' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me : Since (5oo is ever prefent , ever felt, 105 In the void wafte as in the... | |
 | 1780 - 226 páginas
...paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to heat! Should Fate command me to the farthcft verge Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, Rivers...Gilds 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... | |
 | David Simpson - 1780 - 628 páginas
...winter riles in the blackening eaft ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more. An* And, clead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should fate command me to the fartheft verg£ Of the green earth, to dift ant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong ; where firft the fun... | |
 | Eyles Irwin - 1780 - 1 páginas
...well known to perfons of tafte, • . • <• • « i " Shook! Fate command me to the fartheft verge Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong ; where firffc the fun Gilds Indian mountains, er his fetting beam Flames on th' Atlantic ifles ; 'tis nought... | |
 | Select lessons - 1785 - 156 páginas
...; 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 Of the green Earth, to diftant barbarous Climes, Rivers unknown to Song ; where firft the Sun Gilds... | |
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tis nought to me, Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full... 
