 | William Jillard Hort - 1822 - عدد الصفحات: 234
...darken'd air, Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more ; And dead to joy, my heart forget to beat. Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth to distant, barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains ; or his setting... | |
 | 1822 - عدد الصفحات: 278
...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 the Sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1822 - عدد الصفحات: 312
...head, the heart, ami tongue of all, Crown the great hymn ! * Acd, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should Fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rnus dimes, Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting... | |
 | Harriet Newell - 1823 - عدد الصفحات: 242
...just read a little passage in Thomson's Seasons, which I thought I could adopt as my own language; " Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the...Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames to the Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me Since God is aver present — ever felt, la the void waste,... | |
 | Charles Burton - 1823 - عدد الصفحات: 234
...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 the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting... | |
 | Grace Kennedy - 1823 - عدد الصفحات: 720
...decided, nor is it for some little time necessary, on the prudence of leaving this country ; and ' should fate command me to the farthest verge of the green earth,' there, why even there, no song of peace, but gloomy anticipations would sink my soul to despondency.... | |
 | John Milton - 1824 - عدد الصفحات: 510
...blackening east ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, A Dd, "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 tbe sun Gilds Indian mountains, or hie setting... | |
 | William Scott - 1825 - عدد الصفحات: 382
...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...beam Flames on the Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me ; SinflKoD is ever present, ever felt, In )^P||pid waste as in the city full ; And where He vital spreads,... | |
 | 1825 - عدد الصفحات: 502
...VPesleyan Methodist Magazine. MEMOIR OF THE REV. WILLIAM BEAUCHAMP. OF MOUNT CAHMEI,, IL1.IK01S. '• Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers nnl.iKif. n to song ; where Cr*t the sun Qilds Indian mountains, or his setting bean Flames o'er the... | |
 | 1825 - عدد الصفحات: 516
...SboaJd fate command me to the farthest verge Of Ae green earth, to distant barb'roua climes, Riven unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames o'er the Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste... | |
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Should Fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, 'tis nought to me ; Since God is ever... 
