 | Lindley Murray - 1821 - 278 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,...the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown 'to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting... | |
 | John Bowdler - 1821 - 510 oldal
...roarings fall. — 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 ! Rivers unknown to song ; where first the SUTJ Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames... | |
 | 1821 - 270 oldal
...blows, the summer raj Russets the plain, inspiring autumn gleams, Or winter rises in the black'ning east ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more,...heart to beat ! Should fate command me to the farthest vergo Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to song, where first the sun... | |
 | 1821 - 282 oldal
...blows, the summer ray Kussets 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 heat ! Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes,... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1821 - 280 oldal
...head, the heart, and tongue of all, Crown 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 ray tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And dead to joy, forget my heart to beat... | |
 | 1822 - 278 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... | |
 | Henry Donald Maurice Spence-Jones, Joseph Samuel Exell, Charles Neil - 1889 - 538 oldal
...above the intrusions of an intermeddling world, has its" conversation in heaven." — Mat hew. [11015] 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... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1890 - 458 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... | |
 | Charles F. Beezley - 1891 - 436 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 - 1891 - 458 oldal
...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...beat ! Should fate command me to the farthest verge joo Flames on the Atlantic isles — 'tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, 105... | |
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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... 
