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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. "
Desultory Thoughts in London: Titus and Gisippus, with Other Poems - Page 186
by Charles Lloyd - 1821 - 251 pages
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The Beauties of the Poets:: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry ...

English poetry - 1800 - 322 pages
...sun GilJs 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; And where he vital breathes, there must be joyWhen ev'n at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my...
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The works of mr. James Thomson, to which is prefixed the life of ..., Volume 1

James Thomson - 1802 - 344 pages
...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; And where He vital breathes there must be joy. When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my...
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The Works of Mr. James Thomson: With His Last Corrections and ..., Volume 1

James Thomson - 1802 - 340 pages
...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; And where He vital breathes there must be joy. When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my...
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The Seasons ...

James Thomson - English poetry - 1802 - 320 pages
...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; i And where he vital breathes there must be joy. When e'en at last the solemn hour shall come, And...
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The seasons. To which is prefixed the life of the author

James Thomson - 1803 - 186 pages
...Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting heam 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; And where he vital hreathes, there must he joy. When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing...
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The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry

Poetry - 1806 - 330 pages
...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 ; And where he vital breathes, there must be joy. When ev'n at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing...
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Poems on various subjects, selected by E. Tomkins

E Tomkins - 1806 - 280 pages
...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! And where he vital breathes there must be joy. When ev'n at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my...
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The Poetical Preceptor; Or, A Collection of Select Pieces of Poetry ...

English poetry - 1806 - 408 pages
...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 cifjr'fuil j And where HE vital spreads 'there rritist be 'joy. When even at last the solemn hou'r'sh...
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The Poetical Works of James Thomson: Collated with the Best Editions:

James Thomson, Thomas Park - 1808 - 444 pages
...the sun 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 in the city full; And where HE vital breathes there mnst be joy. When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my...
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The muses' bower, embellished with the beauties of English poetry, Volume 3

English poetry - English poetry - 1809 - 308 pages
...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; '. * • And where He vital breathes there must be joy. When ev'n at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my...
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