 | James Thomson - 1800 - 302 sider
...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 barbarous climes , Hirers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on... | |
 | James Thomson - 1802 - 344 sider
...tongue mute, my 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 on th'... | |
 | James Thomson - 1802 - 340 sider
...tongue mute, my 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 on... | |
 | James Thomson, Thomas Park - 1808 - 444 sider
...tongue inute, may 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 on the'... | |
 | Cabinet - 1808 - 524 sider
...tongue mute, my 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 on... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 308 sider
...tongue mute, my 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 on th'... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 546 sider
...tongue mute, my fancy paint no more. Anil, 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 op... | |
 | Elizabeth Hamilton - 1811 - 342 sider
...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 green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on... | |
 | Elizabeth Hamilton - 1811 - 348 sider
...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 green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on... | |
 | William Creech - 1815 - 428 sider
...persecute and despitefully use you." — Remember the words of the poet — " 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... | |
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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 nought to me; Since God is ever present,... 
