 | 1806 - عدد الصفحات: 408
...paint no more. And, dead to joy, forget my heart to bent ! Should fate command me to the fai thest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes,...Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me: Since GOD is ever present, ever 'felt, In the void waste as... | |
 | William Crow - 1806 - عدد الصفحات: 108
... r A POEM. IN SIX CANTOS. BY WILLIAM CROW. " Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous cliroe,, Riven unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames... | |
 | 1806 - عدد الصفحات: 330
...east; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! I 2 177 Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting... | |
 | E Tomkins - 1806 - 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 harharous climes, Rivers unknown to song, where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting... | |
 | 1806 - عدد الصفحات: 606
...contemplative devotion. The following passage reminds us of those delightful lines in Thomson's hymns: ' Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, &c. ;' the idea of which, perhaps, was suggested by Horace's * Panh me pigris ubi nulla campis Arbor,... | |
 | Cabinet - 1808 - عدد الصفحات: 524
...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...Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever fek. In the void waste as in... | |
 | 1808 - عدد الصفحات: 354
...whether he contemplates them on his native plains, or • " At the farthest verge Of die gveen earth, in distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song,...first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beams Flame on th' Atlantic isles." Such are the uses, and such the pleasures, which result from the... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - عدد الصفحات: 308
...black'ning 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...Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1809 - عدد الصفحات: 604
...blackening east : He my tongue mutt, my fancy paint no more. And, 'dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. o low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals alL Ce bitrtarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - عدد الصفحات: 546
...blackening eart; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more. Anil, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should Fate command me to the farthest verge Of the...Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames op lh' Atlantic islrs ; 'tis nought to me , Since God is ever present, ever felt. In the void waste... | |
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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. 
