 | Allen Hayden Weld - 1848 - عدد الصفحات: 120
...farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, 20 Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun 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 the city full : 25... | |
 | David Bates Tower - 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 444
...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, Rivers unknown to song, — where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, — 'tis nought... | |
 | 1849 - عدد الصفحات: 788
...a God; and that God, how great, how wise, how good !" "Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, where first the sun Gilds .Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles, fetill God... | |
 | 1849 - عدد الصفحات: 778
...a God; and that God, how great, how wise, how good !" "Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, where first the sun Gilds.Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles, Still God is... | |
 | John Leifchild - 1849 - عدد الصفحات: 276
...part of which homage should and shall be paid unto him. " Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth; to distant, barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beams Flame on Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1849 - عدد الصفحات: 578
...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, Rivers unknown to song, where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles ; — 'tis naught... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1849 - عدد الصفحات: 446
...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, Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun 10 Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles ; 't is nought... | |
 | 1850 - عدد الصفحات: 654
...greatest possible happiness. The poet may well say — " Should fate command me to the furthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, where first the sun Gilds India's mountains, or his setting hcam Flamea on the Atlantic isles, 'tis nought... | |
 | 1849 - عدد الصفحات: 788
...God ; and that God, how great, how wise, how good !" "Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, where first the sun (iilds^Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles, S>till God... | |
 | 1850 - عدد الصفحات: 340
...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, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles ; 't is nought... | |
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Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, 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 present,... 
