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The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by ... - Page 201
by English poets - 1790
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Herrn B.H. Brockes aus dem Englischen übersetzte Jahres-zeiten des herrn Thomson

James Thomson, Barthold Heinrich Brockes - English poetry - 1745 - 543 pages
...¿u preifen/ werbe/ íatuí unb tvitt »er# Be my Tongue mute, may Fancy paint no more, 105 And, deed to Joy, forget my Heart to beat. SHOULD Fate command me to the fartheft Verge Of the green Earth, to hoftile barbarous Climes, Rivers unknown to Song; where firft the Sun Gilds...
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The seraph, a collection of divine hymns and poems from the best authors

Seraph - Hymns, English - 1754 - 265 pages
...delicious autumn gleams, Or winter riles in the reddening eaft ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint wo more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the fartheft verge Of the green earth, to hollile barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong ; where firft the fun Gilds...
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The Works of James Thomson: With His Last Corrections, Additions and ...

James Thomson - 1757
...the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams ; Or Winter rifes in the blackening eaft ; Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! SHOULD SHOULD fate command me to the fartheft verge Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, 101 Kivus...
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The Works of James Thomson: With His Last Corrections and Improvements. To ...

James Thomson - English literature - 1763
...Autumn gleams-; Or Winter rifes in the blackening eaft; Be my tongue mate, may fancy paint no more, Andi dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should fate...earth, to diftant barbarous -climes, Rivers unknown to Song; where fir It the fun Gilds Indian mountains, or his letting beam Flames on th' Atlantic ifles;...
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The Works of James Thomson: With His Last Corrections and Improvements. ...

James Thomson - 1766
...fummer-ray 95 Ruflets the plain, infpirmg Autumn gleams ; Or Winter rifes in the blackening eaft; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead...beat! • SHOULD fate command me to the fartheft verge i oo Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong; where firft the fun Gilds...
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The Lady's Magazine: Or Entertaining Companion for the Fair Sex ..., Volume 38

Great Britain - 1807
...Russet the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or winter rises in the black'ningEast, Be my tongue mute, may Fancy paint no more, And dead to joy forget my heart to beat.' The morn was very clear and fine; and ere I had rambled far entered a little coppice, and taking wy...
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The Works of James Thomson: With His Last Corrections and ..., Volume 1

James Thomson - 1774
...fummer-ray 95 RufTets the plain, infpiring Autumn gleams; Or Winter rifes_ in the black'ning eaft ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Gilds Indian mountains, or Ms fetting beam Flames on th' Atlantic ifles ; 'tis nought to me : Since...
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The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and ..., Volume 48

Samuel Johnson - English poetry - 1779
...iumrner-ray 95 Ruflets the plain, infliring Autumn gleams; Or Winter rifes in the blackening eafl; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead...forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the farthcft verge ioc Of the green earth, to diftant baibarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong; where firft...
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The Works of the English Poets: Thomson

Samuel Johnson - 1779
...lummer-ray 95 Ruflets the plain, infririxg Autumn gleams ; Or Winter rifes in,the blackening eaft; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to biat. Should fate command me to the fartbeft verge ice Of the green earth, to eliftant baibarous climes,...
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Poems on various subjects: selected to enforce the practice of virtue. And ...

English poetry - 1780 - 204 pages
...the fummer rny Ruffets the plain, infpiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rifes in the blackening Eaft, Be my tongue mute, my Fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to heat! Should Fate command me to the farthcft verge Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes,...
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