 | 1806 - 408 pagina’s
...blows, the summer ray Russets the plain, iidpirilrg AntWrnn gleams, Or Winter rises in the blSc'kdmng east ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more. And, dead to joy, forget my heart to bent ! Should fate command me to the fai thest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes,... | |
 | Young gentleman - 1807 - 314 pagina’s
...the plain ; infpiring Autumn gleams; Or Winter rifes in the hlack'ning eaft ; Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to heat. Should Fate command me to the forthefl vergi Of the green earth, to diftant harh'rous climes,... | |
 | Cabinet - 1808 - 524 pagina’s
...virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons, as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the...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... | |
 | James Thomson, Thomas Parnell - 1808 - 338 pagina’s
...prompting seraph , and the poet's lyre, Still sing the Cod of seasons, as they mil. For me , when I forg«t the darling theme , Whether the blossom blows, the...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... | |
 | James Thomson, Thomas Park - 1808 - 444 pagina’s
...the plain, inspiring Autumn 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... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 308 pagina’s
...blows, the Summer-ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn 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... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1809 - 604 pagina’s
...Russets the plain ; inspiring Autumn gleams , Or Winter rises in the blackening east : He my tongue mutt, ni|>enl ; Breathes in our soul, informs our * : To hint no high, Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant bitrtarous climes, Rivers... | |
 | Thomas Janes - 1810 - 336 pagina’s
...blows, the Summer-ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn 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! 1,91 Should fate command me to the furthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes,... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 536 pagina’s
...the Summer-ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams; Or Winter rises in the blackening east; He my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to heat. Should Fate command me to the farthest verg* Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes,... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1810 - 262 pagina’s
...the plain ; inspiring autumn 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 ! The Part In the void waste as in the city full ; And where HE vital breathes there must be joi..... | |
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There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons, as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the... 
