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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 English Reader: Or, Pieces in Prose and Poetry, Selected from the Best ...

Lindley Murray - Readers - 1821 - 263 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,...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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Poems Divine and Moral: Many of Them Now First Published

John Bowdler - Hymns, English - 1821 - 468 pages
...roarings fall. — For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the summer-ray Russets the plain, inspiring autumn gleams, Or winter...no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Rivers unknown to song ; where first the SUTJ Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames...
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The Wreath: A Collection of Poems from Celebrated English Authors

English poetry - 1821 - 259 pages
...blows, the summer raj Russets the plain, inspiring autumn gleams, Or winter rises in the black'ning east ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more,...heart to beat ! Should fate command me to the farthest vergo Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to song, where first the sun...
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The Wreath: A Collection of Poems from Celebrated English Authors

English poetry - 1821 - 259 pages
...blows, the summer ray Kussets 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, forget my heart to heat ! Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes,...
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The English Reader: Or, Pieces in Prose and Poetry, Selected from the Best ...

Lindley Murray - Readers - 1821 - 253 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 ray tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And dead to joy, forget my heart to beat...
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The British Poets: Including Translations ...

British poets - English poetry - 1822
...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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Jehovistic names and titles of God. The attributes of God. Sins. Christian ...

Henry Donald Maurice Spence-Jones, Joseph Samuel Exell, Charles Neil - Homiletical illustrations - 1889
...above the intrusions of an intermeddling world, has its" conversation in heaven." — Mat hew. [11015] 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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Songs of Three Centuries

John Greenleaf Whittier - American poetry - 1890 - 383 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...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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Living Thoughts in Words that Burn, from Poet, Sage and Humorist

Charles F. Beezley - Literature - 1891 - 382 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...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: And The Castle of Indolence

James Thomson - United States - 1891 - 436 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...beat ! Should fate command me to the farthest verge joo Flames on the Atlantic isles — 'tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, 105...
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