 | James Thomson, Patrick Murdoch - 1793 - 308 oldal
...the fummer-ray Ruflets the plain, infpiring Autumn gleams ; Or Winter rifes in the blackening eaft ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead...forget my heart to beat ! Should fate command me to the fartheft verge Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong ; where firil... | |
 | Robert Anderson - 1795 - 972 oldal
...the fummer-ny RulTets the plain, in/firing Autumn gleams; Or Winter rifes in the blackening eaft •, Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead...forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the fartheft vy Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climn, Rivers unknown to fong ; where firft the... | |
 | 1796 - 220 oldal
...blows, the fummer ray Ruflcts the plaint infpiring Autumn gleams Or Winter rifes in the blackening E.di, *B'e my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And,...forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the faitheft verge • Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, 'Rivers unknown to t'ong ; where... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1796 - 574 oldal
...bummer ray RulVcts the plain ; inferring Autumn gleams ; Or Winter rifes in the blackening caft; Ut my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead...forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the farthcft verge Oí t'ic green earth, to diftunt barbarous cliT.es, Rivers unknown to fi.ng; where firil... | |
 | James Thomson - 1800 - 302 oldal
...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 summer -ray Russets...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 barbarous climes... | |
 | 1800 - 322 oldal
...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, fos-get my heart to beat! Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant... | |
 | James Thomson - 1802 - 344 oldal
...lyre, I8o AHYM N. Still sing the God of Seasons, as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows; the Summer ray Russets...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... | |
 | James Thomson - 1802 - 340 oldal
...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 Summer ray Russets...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... | |
 | James Thomson - 1802 - 320 oldal
...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 summer ray Russets...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!... | |
 | James Thomson - 1803 - 330 oldal
...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...forget my heart to beat ! Should fate command me to the fartheft verge Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong ; where firft... | |
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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 unknown to song, where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames... 
