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... Poems on various subjects, selected by E. Tomkins - Page 32redigeeritud poolt - 1806Full view - About this book
| Lindley Murray - 1815 - 276 lehte
...inspiring autumn gleams ; ••• Or winter rises in the black Ding- east; Be my tongue route, ray fancy paint no more, And dead to joy, forget my heart...Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the gvcen earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown -to song ; where first the sun - Gilds Indian... | |
| Rodolphus Dickinson - 1815 - 214 lehte
...God of Seasons, as they roll. For, me, when 1 forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blow-, the Summer ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn...rises in the blackening east ; Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should fate command me to the farthest... | |
| William Creech - 1815 - 428 lehte
..." pray for them that 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... | |
| James Thomson - 1816 - 256 lehte
...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... | |
| 1816 - 420 lehte
...objects of admiration, and new subjects of praise and adoration. For ME, when I forpet the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the SUMMER ray Russets...plain, 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 heurt to beat!... | |
| Robert Burns - 1816 - 714 lehte
...it ! let it not be numbered in the hours "of the day!" '• — " When I forget the darling theme, " Be my tongue mute ! my fancy paint no more ! " And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat !" I have just met with my old friend, the ship captain ; guess my pleasure : to meet you could alone... | |
| 1817 - 314 lehte
...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...And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should Pate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown... | |
| William Scott - 1817 - 416 lehte
...For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the bloesom blows, the summer ray Russets the plaiu, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or winter rises in the blackening...joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should fate command rue to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to song ;... | |
| Richard Lobb - 1817 - 418 lehte
...objects of admiration, and new subjects of praise and adoration. For me, when I forget the darling theme, "Whether the blossom blows, the Summer ray .Russets...Winter rises in the blackening east, Be my tongue mute, may Fancy painl no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! c5 84 The Contemplative Philosopher.... | |
| Elizabeth Tomkins - 1817 - 276 lehte
...For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the Summer ray Russets the plam, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rises in the blackening East, Be my tongue mule, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should Fate command me to... | |
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