 | William Somervile - 1811 - 312 Seiten
...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...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... | |
 | James Thomson - 1811 - 182 Seiten
...Hnssets the plain, inspiring Antnmn gleans, Or Winter rises in the blackening east ; Be my tongne mnte, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! In the void waste as in the city fnll ; And where He vital breathes, there mnst be joy. When even at... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1812 - 378 Seiten
...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! Should fate command me to thi farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers... | |
 | James Thomson - 1813 - 346 Seiten
...the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rises in the blackening east; Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should fete command me to the farthest verge 100 Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers... | |
 | Rodolphus Dickinson - 1815 - 214 Seiten
...the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams ; Or Winter rises in the 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 green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers... | |
 | James Thomson - 1816 - 256 Seiten
...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... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1816 - 714 Seiten
...it ! let it not be numbered in the hours "of the day!" '• — " When I forget the darling theme, " Be my tongue mute ! my fancy paint no more ! " And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat !" I have just met with my old friend, the ship captain ; guess my pleasure : to meet you could alone... | |
 | 1817 - 314 Seiten
...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 Pate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers... | |
 | William Scott - 1817 - 416 Seiten
...For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the bloesom blows, the summer ray Russets the plaiu, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or winter rises in the blackening...no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should fate command rue to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers... | |
 | Elizabeth Tomkins - 1817 - 276 Seiten
...Russets the plam, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rises in the blackening East, Be my tongue mule, 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... | |
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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... 
