 | James Thomson - 1730 - 260 Seiten
...paint no tnorfe, icf And, dead to joy, forget oiy heart to beat. Should fate command me to the farthcft verge Of the green earth, to hoftile barbarous climes/ Rivers unknown to long; where fir ft t he fu n Gilds Indian mountains, or his fettingbeam n» Flames on th' Atlantic... | |
 | Seraph - 1754 - 294 Seiten
...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 Indian mountains, or his... | |
 | James Thomson - 1757 - 244 Seiten
...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 unknown to fong ; where firft the fun Gilds Indian mountains, or... | |
 | James Thomson - 1763 - 458 Seiten
...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 command me to the fartheft verge 100 Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous -climes, Rivers unknown to Song; where fir It the fun... | |
 | James Thomson - 1766 - 266 Seiten
...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 verge i oo Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong; where firft the fun Gilds... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 628 Seiten
...gleams; Or Winter rifes in the Slackening eaft ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead fo joy, forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the fartheft verge 100 Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong ;, where firft the fun... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 280 Seiten
...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 fartl:eft verge 100 Of the green earth, to diflant ba:barous climes, Rivers unknown to fong; where... | |
 | David Simpson - 1780 - 628 Seiten
...Or winter riles in the blackening eaft ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more. An* And, clead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should fate command me to the fartheft verg£ Of the green earth, to dift ant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong ; where firft the fun... | |
 | Eyles Irwin - 1780 - 440 Seiten
...we were in, that I cannot refift tranfcribing it, though it is fo well known to perfons of tafte. " 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... | |
 | Eyles Irwin - 1780 - 1 Seiten
...refift tranfcribing it, though it is fo well known to perfons of tafte, • . • <• • « i " Shook! Fate command me to the fartheft verge Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong ; where firffc the fun Gilds Indian mountains, er... | |
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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... 
