 | Elegant extracts - 1805 - 1054 страници
...gleams; Or Winter riles in the blackening ea(t: fie 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 When even at loft the folemn hour fliall com; And wing my myftic flight to future worlds, I cheerful... | |
 | James Thomson - 1806 - 242 страници
...gleams; r Winter rises in the blackening east; e my tongue mute, .may fancy paint no more, nd, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should fate command me to the farthest verge 100 >f the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, livers unknown to song; where first... | |
 | E Tomkins - 1806 - 280 страници
...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 harharous climes, Rivers unknown to song, where first... | |
 | James Thomson, Thomas Park - 1808 - 444 страници
...gleams; Or Winter rises in the blackening east; Be my tongue inute, 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 barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song; where first... | |
 | Cabinet - 1808 - 524 страници
...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... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1809 - 604 страници
...gleams , Or Winter rises in the blackening east : He my tongue mutt, my fancy paint no more. And, 'dead orms our * : To hint no high, no low, no great, no small; He farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant bitrtarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 308 страници
...gleams, Or Winter rises in the black'ning 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... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 546 страници
...gleams; Or Winter rises in the blackening eart; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more. Anil, 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... | |
 | William Somervile - 1811 - 312 страници
...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 barb'rous climes, rivers unknown to song; where first... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1812 - 378 страници
...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 thi farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous 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... 
