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" 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 32
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The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including ..., Volume 12

Alexander Chalmers - English poetry - 1810
...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 rises in the blackening eart; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more. Anil, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should...
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Poems, by Somerville, Pattison, Savage, Broome, and Swift, Issues 80-81

William Somervile - 1811
...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 barb'rous climes, rivers unknown to song; where first the sun gilds Indian mountains, or his setting...
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The seasons; to which is prefixed the life of the author

James Thomson - 1811 - 236 pages
...Hnssets the plain, inspiring Antnmn gleans, Or Winter rises in the blackening east ; Be my tongne mnte, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! In the void waste as in the city fnll ; And where He vital breathes, there mnst be joy. When even at...
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Translation of the letters of a Hindoo Rajah: ... to which is ..., Volume 1

Elizabeth Hamilton - 1811
...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 green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting...
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Poems, by Somerville, Pattison, Savage, Broome, and Swift, Issues 80-81

William Somervile - 1811
...blackening east ; >e my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, tad, dead to joy, forget my 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...
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Translation of the Letters of a Hindoo Rajah;: Written Previous To ..., Volume 1

Elizabeth Hamilton - England - 1811
...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 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 English Reader: Or Pieces in Prose and Poetry Selected from the Best ...

Lindley Murray - Readers - 1812 - 356 pages
...head, the heart, and tongue of all, Crown the great hymn! For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the summer ray Russets...; 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

James Thomson, Samuel Johnson - 1813 - 168 pages
...Russets-the plain, inspiring Autumn gleama, Or Winter rises in the blackening east ; Be my tongue mute, may Fancy paint no more, And. dead to joy, forget my heart...the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, ' llivers unknown to song, where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting...
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The seasons, hymns, ode, and songs

James Thomson - 1813 - 323 pages
...as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the Summer ray 95 Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rises in the blackening east; Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should fete command me to the farthest...
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Lessons in Elocution, Or, A Selection of Pieces in Prose and Verse: For the ...

William Scott - Elocution - 1814 - 407 pages
...poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll. For me, when 1 forget the darling theme, v Whether the blossom blows, the summer ray Russets...plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or winter rises in the blackeningeast — Be my tongue mute, my fancy psint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to...
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