 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1890 - عدد الصفحات: 482
...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...or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, — 't is naught to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as in the city full... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1890 - عدد الصفحات: 460
...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, Rlvers unknown to song, — where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames... | |
 | Nicholas Murray Butler, Frank Pierrepont Graves, William McAndrew - 1918 - عدد الصفحات: 472
...remote Is he, not yet the candidate for light, The future embryo slumbering in his sire. From Thompson: 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 in... | |
 | Abby Ann Judson - 1892 - عدد الصفحات: 282
...good, pleasure, and profit, whether now, or never so many myriads of ages hence." FROM "THE SEASONS." Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the...the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flame's on the Atlantic isles, 'tis nought to me, Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the wide... | |
 | Abby Ann Judson - 1891 - عدد الصفحات: 276
...SEASOX5" 1 fate command me to the farthest l Of the green earth, to distant barbarous dimes. ч or lus setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, 'tis nought...to me. Since God is ever present, ever felt. In the wide waste as in the city fnll . And where He vital dwells, there must be joy. When e'en at last the... | |
 | James Thomson - 1891 - عدد الصفحات: 458
...more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should fate command me to the farthest verge joo Flames on the Atlantic isles — 'tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, 105 In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes there must be joy. When even... | |
 | Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon - 1893 - عدد الصفحات: 464
...tongue mute— my fancy jaint no more, And, dead to joy. forget my heart to beat I Should fate oummaml me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant...climes, Rivers unknown to song — where first the sun (jilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Klames on the Atlantic isles — 'tie nought to me : Since... | |
 | Henry Coppée - 1894 - عدد الصفحات: 544
...blackening east, Be my tongue mute ; may 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 In the void waste as in the city full, And where he vital spreads there must be joyWhen even... | |
 | Abby Ann Judson - 1895 - عدد الصفحات: 280
...good, pleasure, and profit, whether now, or never so many myriads of ages hence." FROM "THE SEASONS." Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the...to me, Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the wide waste as in the city full, And where He vital dwells, there must be joy. When e'en at last the... | |
 | John Clark Ridpath - 1898 - عدد الصفحات: 580
...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... | |
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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. 
