 | William Scott - 1814 - عدد الصفحات: 424
...inspiring Autumn 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 the sun Gilds... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1815 - عدد الصفحات: 276
...inspiring autumn gleams ; ••• Or winter rises in the black Ding- east; Be my tongue route, ray fancy paint no more, And dead to joy, forget my heart...Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the gvcen earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown -to song ; where first the sun - Gilds Indian... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1816 - عدد الصفحات: 714
...it ! let it not be numbered in the hours "of the day!" '• — " When I forget the darling theme, " Be my tongue mute ! my fancy paint no more ! " And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat !" I have just met with my old friend, the ship captain ; guess my pleasure : to meet you could alone... | |
 | Elizabeth Tomkins - 1817 - عدد الصفحات: 276
...Russets the plam, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rises in the blackening East, Be my tongue mule, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my...barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, where first the snn 'Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles, 'tis nought to me ;... | |
 | William Scott - 1817 - عدد الصفحات: 416
...Whether the bloesom blows, the summer ray Russets the plaiu, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or winter rises in the blackening east — Be my tongue mute, my fancy...joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should fate command rue to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to song ;... | |
 | 1817 - عدد الصفحات: 314
...Whether the blossom blows, the Summer-ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rises in the blackening east; Be my tongue mute, my fancy...And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should Pate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown... | |
 | Richard Lobb - 1817 - عدد الصفحات: 418
...the plain, inspiring autumn 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. INDEX. A. ADANSON, M. account of swallows seen on a ship near th1j coast of Senegal, ii. 253. Addison,... | |
 | James Thomson, Dr. Johnson - 1818 - عدد الصفحات: 316
...the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rises in the blackening east ; Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart...song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or bis setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles ; 'tis naught to me : Since GOD is ever present, ever... | |
 | Hester Ann Rogers - 1818 - عدد الصفحات: 302
...world into a little Paradise: it will enable you to tri. umph with the Poet: " Should [Providence] command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant, barb'rous climes, ———'Tis nought to me: Since God is ever piescnt, ever fc't; In the void wafte,... | |
 | 1819 - عدد الصفحات: 188
...iu the blackening east ; Besmy tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And dead to joy, fmget my heait to beat ! Should fate command me to the farthest verge...the green earth, to distant barbarous climes. Rivers uitknown to song; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic... | |
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tis nought to me, Since God is ever present, ever felt In the void waste as in the city full : And where He vital breathes there must be joy. 
