 | Young gentleman - 1807 - 314 oldal
...the plain ; infpiring Autumn gleams; Or Winter rifes in the hlack'ning eaft ; Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to heat. Should Fate command me to the forthefl vergi Of the green earth, to diftant harh'rous climes,... | |
 | James Thomson, Thomas Parnell - 1808 - 338 oldal
...as they mil. For me , when I forg«t the darling theme , Whether the blossom blows, the summer-ray Russets the plain , inspiring Autumn gleams ; Or Winter...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... | |
 | Cabinet - 1808 - 524 oldal
...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...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, Thomas Park - 1808 - 444 oldal
...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 rises in the blackening east; Be my tongue inute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should fate command me to... | |
 | 1808 - 356 oldal
...PLEASURES AND USES ARISING FROM THE STUDY OF NATURAL HISTORY. " For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the summer ray Russets the plain, inspiring autumn Or winter rises in the black'ningeast, Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint iio more, And, dead to joy,... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 308 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,...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... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1809 - 604 oldal
...the poets lyre. Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, freshes in the breeze, Blows in the stars, and blossoms...thro' all life, extends ibro' all extent , Spreads : He my tongue mutt, my fancy paint no more. And, 'dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should fate... | |
 | Thomas Janes - 1810 - 336 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, forget my heart to beat! 1,91 Should fate command me to the furthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes,... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1810 - 262 oldal
...head, the heart, and tongue of all, Grown the great hymn ! For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows ; the summer ray 'Russets...; 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... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 536 oldal
...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 rises in the blackening east; He my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to heat. Should Fate command... | |
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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... 
