 | Robert Chambers - 1879 - عدد الصفحات: 428
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 | Blackie and son, ltd - 1880 - عدد الصفحات: 338
...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...his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles; 'tis naught to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full; And where... | |
 | Samuel Manning - 1899 - عدد الصفحات: 260
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 | 1880 - عدد الصفحات: 208
...THERE they stand, Shining in order like a living hymn Written in light. CXVIII. —Nathaniel P. Willis. SHOULD fate command me to the farthest verge Of the...barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, where first the suu Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles; 't is naught to me, Since... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - عدد الصفحات: 1124
...Should fate command me to the furthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, liivers Bathed in the rays of the great setting flam?, Hesperus,...the host of heaven, came, And lo ! creation widened — Ч is uuuglit to me : Since pod is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - عدد الصفحات: 1138
...blackening east, Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! e gat roaring fou on ; That at the Lord's house, ev'n...soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon ; naught to me: Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as in the city full, And where... | |
 | Philip Schaff, Arthur Gilman - 1880 - عدد الصفحات: 1108
...blackening east, Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy. forget my heart to beat ! ds of night. Lord, lest the tempter me surprise, Watch over thine — 't is naught to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as in the city full... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1881 - عدد الصفحات: 1000
...tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should fate command mo hair, it is bright As Love's star when it riseth ! Do naught to me, Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as in the city full; And where... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1881 - عدد الصفحات: 510
...blackening east, Be my tongue mute, my Fancy 1 paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the...song, where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or bis setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, 'tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1881 - عدد الصفحات: 842
...heart to beat. Should fnte command me to the furthest vcrgB Of the green earth, to distant burbnrons climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun...mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic ieles. 'tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, eyer felt. In the void waste us in the city full... | |
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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. 
