 | Robert Anderson - English poetry - 1795 - 972 pages
...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 beat. Should fate command me to the fartheft vy Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climn, Rivers unknown to fong ; where firft the fun Gilds... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - English poetry - 1796 - 574 pages
...gleams ; Or Winter rifes in the blackening caft; Ut my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the farthcft verge Oí t'ic green earth, to diftunt barbarous cliT.es, Rivers unknown to fi.ng; where firil... | |
 | Elizabeth Hamilton - England - 1796 - 356 pages
...repeated with rapture the lines of the poet : and ;now 1 am called to be an evidence of their truth. ' '" Should fate command me to the fartheft verge Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong ; where firft the fun Gilds Indian mountains, or his... | |
 | English poetry - 1796 - 220 pages
...gleams Or Winter rifes in the blackening E.di, *B'e my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the faitheft verge • Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, 'Rivers unknown to t'ong ; where... | |
 | Lindley Murray - Readers - 1799 - 408 pages
...rifes in the blackening eaft ; Be my tongue mute, may Fancy paint no more, And dead to joy, forget niy heart to beat! Should Fate command me to the fartheft verge Of the green earth, to difiant barb'rous clinies, Rivers unknown tofong; where full the fun Gilds Indian mountains, or his... | |
 | James Thomson - 1802 - 344 pages
...gleams; Or Winter rises in the 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, Rivers unknown to song; where first... | |
 | James Thomson, Patrick Murdoch - 1802 - 368 pages
...gleams; Or Winter rises in the 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, Rivers unknown to song; where first... | |
 | James Thomson - English poetry - 1802 - 320 pages
...gleams; Or Winter rises in the black'ning 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 green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to song; where first... | |
 | James Thomson - 1803 - 330 pages
...gleams ; Or Winter rifts in the blackening eaft ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should fate command me to the fartheft verge Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong ; where firft the fun Gilds Indian mountains, or his... | |
 | James Thomson, John Aikin - 1804 - 232 pages
...gleams, Or Winter rises in the 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 100 Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes. Rivers unknown to song, where first... | |
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Still sing the God of seasons as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the Summer ray... 
