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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. "
Memoir of John Adam, Late Missionary at Calcutta - الصفحة 143
بواسطة John Adam - 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 404
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The Psalms in Human Life

Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1903 - عدد الصفحات: 352
...the same also which, in an utilitarian, prosaic age, is coldly paraphrased in Thomson's " Hymn": " Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the...distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, . . . 'tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full."...

The World's Best Poetry ...

1904 - عدد الصفحات: 1006
...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 climos, Rivers unknown to song, — where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam...

History of Littleton, New Hampshire: Topical history

James Robert Jackson - 1905 - عدد الصفحات: 916
...sentiments of which I adopted as a part of my life, and often in after years repeated experimentally : 4 Should Fate command me to the farthest verge of the...barbarous climes, rivers unknown to song, where first (be sun gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam flames on the Atlantic isles, 't is naught to me,...

A Collection of Eighteenth Century Verse

Margaret Lynn - 1907 - عدد الصفحات: 506
...blackening east, Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! 1oo Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the...Flames on the Atlantic isles — 'tis nought to me ; 105 Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital...

A Collection of Eighteenth Century Verse

Margaret Lynn - 1907 - عدد الصفحات: 530
...blackening east, Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! 1oo Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the...Flames on the Atlantic isles — 'tis nought to me ; 105 Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital...

The Complete Poetical Works of James Thomson

James Thomson - 1908 - عدد الصفحات: 554
...blackening east, Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! 99 Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the...the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Elames on the Atlantic isles, 'tis nought to me ; x'Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void...

An Apostle of the North: Memoirs of the Right Reverend William Carpenter ...

Hiram Alfred Cody - 1908 - عدد الصفحات: 422
...mattered little to him where he was sent, as his feelings were those expressed by an English poet: " Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the...to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song . . . 1tis naught to me, Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full."...

Oriental Campaigns and European Furloughs: The Autobiography of a Veteran of ...

Edwin Maude - 1908 - عدد الصفحات: 330
...from England vid the Continent, Paris, Italy, Rome, Naples, Malta, Egypt, Aden— Arrival in India. "Should Fate command me to the farthest verge Of the Green Earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to Fame, where first the Sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting...

Thomson's Seasons

James Thomson - 1908 - عدد الصفحات: 402
...reddening ] blackening MS 78 (see B) unsnffering ] mild bloodless T will ] shall T Palaestra LXVI. 22 Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to hostile barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun n0 Gilds Indian mountains, or...

The Character Building Readers: First reader, part one-[eighth year]

Ellen E. Kenyon-Warner - 1910 - عدد الصفحات: 298
...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...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...




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