 | 1822 - عدد الصفحات: 278
...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,...Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as... | |
 | James Thomson - 1822 - عدد الصفحات: 174
...fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should fate command me to the furthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes,...Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the* Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me : Since GOD is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - عدد الصفحات: 272
...east; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paiut no more, And, dead to joy. forget my heart to beat! Should Fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth,...distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song"; where rirst the Sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1822 - عدد الصفحات: 312
...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 beam Flames on the Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me; Since God is ever preient, ever felt, ID the void waste as in... | |
 | Lindley Murray, Jeremiah Goodrich - 1822 - عدد الصفحات: 322
...my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! 8. 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... | |
 | Charles Burton - 1823 - عدد الصفحات: 234
...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,...mountains, or his setting beam '*'•'. Flames on i h" Atlantic islea; 't» nought to me: Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as... | |
 | William Scott - 1823 - عدد الصفحات: 396
...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 barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting... | |
 | Harriet Newell - 1823 - عدد الصفحات: 242
...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 green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting... | |
 | John Milton - 1824 - عدد الصفحات: 510
...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,...barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first tbe sun Gilds Indian mountains, or hie setting beam Flame« on th' Atlantic islet; 'tis nought to me... | |
 | Russell Streeter - 1824 - عدد الصفحات: 36
...grant that both speaker and hearer may, from this eventful hour,, be prepared to say, " 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... | |
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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. 
