 | Thomas Janes - 1810 - Страниц: 336
...to beat! 1,91 Should fate command me to the furthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun...Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me: Since GOD is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1810 - Страниц: 262
...east ; Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! The Part In the void waste as in the city full ; And where HE vital breathes there must be joi.. When ev'n at last the solemn hour shall comei , And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I... | |
 | Elizabeth Hamilton - 1811 - Страниц: 348
...repeated with rapture the lines of the poet; and now I am called to be an evidence of their truth. " Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the...Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me: Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in... | |
 | Elizabeth Hamilton - 1811 - Страниц: 694
...repeated with rapture the lines of the poet; and now I am called to be an evidence of their truth. " Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the...Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as... | |
 | William Somervile - 1811 - Страниц: 312
...first the sun gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam flames on th' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me: since God is ever present, ever felt, in the...full; and where He vital breathes there must be joy. When even at last the solemn hour shall come, and wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful... | |
 | Elizabeth Hamilton - 1811 - Страниц: 342
...first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on ih' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where his spirit breathes there must be joy. When e'en, at last, the solemn hour shall come And wing my mystic... | |
 | William Somervile - 1811 - Страниц: 312
...heart Vo be%t. Should fate command me to 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 beam flames on th' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me: since God is ever present, ever felt, in the void waste as in... | |
 | Joshua Marsden - 1812 - Страниц: 192
...first the sun Gilds Alpine mountains, or his setting beams, Flame on the Atlantic Isles : 'tis nought to me, Since God is ever present, ever felt ! In the...full, And where he vital breathes, there must be joy. THOMP»OJC. )U climate of cold, where the icy winds blow, Where the maple fire burns and the lofty... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1812 - Страниц: 378
...heart to beat! Should fate command me to thi 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 beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me J Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as... | |
 | James Thomson - 1813 - Страниц: 346
...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...Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles; 't is nought to me: Since GOD is ever present, ever felt, 105 In the void waste... | |
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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 on the Atlantic isles, — 'tis naught to me : Since God is... 
