 | James Thomson - 1802 - 344 Seiten
...Seasons, as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows; the Summer ray Russets the plain; inspiring Autumn gleams; Or Winter...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, Patrick Murdoch - 1802 - 368 Seiten
...Seasons, as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows; the Summer ray Russets the plain; inspiring Autumn gleams; Or Winter...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 - 1802 - 320 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 the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers... | |
 | James Thomson - 1803 - 330 Seiten
...the fummer-ray Ruflets the plain, in/firing Autumn gleams ; Or Winter rifts 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 Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, Rivers... | |
 | James Thomson - 1803 - 186 Seiten
...hlows, the summer-ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or 'Winter rises in the hlackening east; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And dead to joy, forget my heart to heat! Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant harharous climes.... | |
 | James Thomson, John Aikin - 1804 - 232 Seiten
...as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the Summer ray 95 Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter...no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should Fate command me to the farthest verge 100 Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes.... | |
 | E. Tomkins - 1804 - 416 Seiten
...hlows, the Summer ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autuum gleams, Or Winter rises in the hlackening East, Be my tongue mute, my Fancy paint no more. And, dead to joy, forget my heart to heat ! Should Fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant harharous climes,... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1805 - 1054 Seiten
...the Summer n>y RulVctsthc plain; inffiring Autumn 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... | |
 | E Tomkins - 1806 - 280 Seiten
...poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons, as they roll. Whether the blossom blows, the Summer ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter...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... | |
 | 1806 - 330 Seiten
...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 ! I 2 177 Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes,... | |
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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... 
