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Poems on various subjects, selected by E. Tomkins - Page 32
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The Seasons

James Thomson - Seasons - 1793 - 272 pages
...the fummer-ray Ruflets the plain, infpiring Autumn gleams ; Or Winter rifes in the blackening eaft ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead...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 firil...
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The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and ..., Volume 9

Robert Anderson - English poetry - 1795
...the fummer-ny RulTets the plain, in/firing Autumn gleams; Or Winter rifes in the blackening eaft •, Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead...forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the fartheft vy Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climn, Rivers unknown to fong ; where firft the...
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The Bee: A Selection of Poetry

English poetry - 1796 - 191 pages
...blows, the fummer ray Ruflcts the plaint infpiring Autumn gleams Or Winter rifes in the blackening E.di, *B'e my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And,...forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the faitheft verge • Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, 'Rivers unknown to t'ong ; where...
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Elegant Extracts: Or, Useful and Entertaining Pieces of Poetry, Selected for ...

Vicesimus Knox - English poetry - 1796 - 1008 pages
...bummer ray RulVcts the plain ; inferring Autumn gleams ; Or Winter rifes in the blackening caft; Ut my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead...forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the farthcft verge Oí t'ic green earth, to diftunt barbarous cliT.es, Rivers unknown to fi.ng; where firil...
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The Seasons: By James Thomson

James Thomson - 1800 - 288 pages
...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...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...
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The Beauties of the Poets:: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry ...

Thomas Janes - English poetry - 1800 - 304 pages
...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, And, dead to joy, fos-get my heart to beat! Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant...
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The works of mr. James Thomson, to which is prefixed the life of the author ...

James Thomson, Patrick Murdoch - 1802
...lyre, I8o AHYM N. 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...
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The Works of Mr. James Thomson: With His Last Corrections and ..., Volume 1

James Thomson, Patrick Murdoch - 1802
...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...
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The Seasons...

James Thomson, gen - History - 2012 - 166 pages
...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...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 heart to beat!...
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The seasons. To which is prefixed, the life of the author, by P. Murdoch ...

James Thomson - 1803
...the fummer-ray Ruflets the plain, in/firing Autumn gleams ; Or Winter rifts in the blackening eaft ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead...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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