 | James Thomson, Barthold Heinrich Brockes - 1745 - 586 หน้า
...¿u preifen/ werbe/ íatuí unb tvitt »er# Be my Tongue mute, may Fancy paint no more, 105 And, deed to Joy, forget my Heart to beat. SHOULD Fate command me to the fartheft Verge Of the green Earth, to hoftile barbarous Climes, Rivers unknown to Song; where firft... | |
 | Seraph - 1754 - 294 หน้า
...autumn gleams, Or winter riles in the reddening eaft ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint wo more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the fartheft verge Of the green earth, to hollile barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong ; where firft... | |
 | James Thomson - 1763 - 458 หน้า
...Autumn gleams-; Or Winter rifes in the blackening eaft; Be my tongue mate, may fancy paint no more, Andi dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should fate command me to the fartheft verge 100 Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous -climes, Rivers unknown to Song; where... | |
 | James Thomson - 1766 - 266 หน้า
...Autumn gleams ; Or Winter rifes 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 i oo Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong; where... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 304 หน้า
...Autumn gleams; Or Winter rifes in the blackening eafl; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the farthcft verge ioc Of the green earth, to diftant baibarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong; where firft... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 628 หน้า
...gleams; Or Winter rifes in the Slackening eaft ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead fo joy, forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the fartheft verge 100 Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong ;, where... | |
 | David Simpson - 1780 - 628 หน้า
...Or winter riles in the blackening eaft ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more. An* And, clead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should fate command me to the fartheft verg£ Of the green earth, to dift ant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong ; where firft... | |
 | Select lessons - 1785 - 156 หน้า
...Autumn gleams ; Or Winter rifes in the blackening Eaft; Be my Tongue mute, may 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 unknown to Song ; where firft... | |
 | John Bell - 1787 - 510 หน้า
...Autumn gleams, Or Winter rifes in the blackening Eaft, Be my tongue mute, may Fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should Fate command me to the fartheft verge toa Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong, where firft... | |
 | James Thomson, Patrick Murdoch - 1788 - 326 หน้า
...Autumn gleams ; Or Winter rifes 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 unknown to fong ; where firft... | |
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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... 
