 | Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon - 1893 - 464 pagina’s
...tongue mute— my fancy jaint no more, And, dead to joy. forget my heart to beat I Should fate oummaml me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant...climes, Rivers unknown to song — where first the sun (jilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Klames on the Atlantic isles — 'tie nought to me : Since... | |
 | Henry Coppée - 1894 - 544 pagina’s
...blackening 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...his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, 'tis naught to In the void waste as in the city full, And where he vital spreads there must be joyWhen even... | |
 | Abby Ann Judson - 1895 - 280 pagina’s
...good, pleasure, and profit, whether now, or never so many myriads of ages hence." FROM "THE SEASONS." Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the...to me, Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the wide waste as in the city full, And where He vital dwells, there must be joy. When e'en at last the... | |
 | John Clark Ridpath - 1898 - 580 pagina’s
...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...his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles : 'tis naught to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where... | |
 | Edward Verrall Lucas - 1898 - 336 pagina’s
..." of man " is considerable, and, as far as 1 From the Hymn at the end of Thomson's ' Seasons ' : ' Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the...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... | |
 | William Ezra Ketcham - 1899 - 386 pagina’s
...have realized the same ; — united in an enterprise the most important — crossed oceans — in " distant, barbarous climes, rivers unknown to song, where first the sun gilds Indian mountains." Alas ! her days are past, her purposes are broken off ; oh ! delicious, though mournful recollection,... | |
 | John Thomas Griffith - 1899 - 142 pagina’s
...this place. Truly two are better than one to sojourn in a strange land, but why should I complain. "Since God is ever present, ever felt. In the void waste as in tbe city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy." But now I proceed with the honest... | |
 | Heinrich Molenaar - 1899 - 152 pagina’s
...Aus derselben Hymne finden sich noch zwei Citate in Briefen an Clarinda, 19. 1. 88 (V. 47): " 'Tie nought to me, Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the raid icaste as in the city full; And u-here he rital breathes, there must be joy !" (A Hymn 104-107.)... | |
 | Henry Coppée - 1900 - 546 pagina’s
...first the sun Gilds Indian mountains or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, 'tis naught to me, Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the...void waste as in the city full, And where he vital spreads there must be joyWhen even at last the solemn hour shall come And wing my mystic flight to... | |
 | Sir Harry George Wakelyn Smith - 1901 - 430 pagina’s
...appearance of the land it put me in mind of the following lines in Thomson's Hymn on t/te Seasons : — " Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the...first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beams Flame on th' Atlantic Isles, tis nought to me, Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void... | |
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Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song — where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic Isles — 'tis nought to me: Since God is ever... 
