 | Walter Jenkinson Kaye - English poetry - 1891 - 350 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...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... | |
 | Nicholas Murray Butler, Frank Pierrepont Graves, William McAndrew - Education - 1918 - 472 pages
...remote Is he, not yet the candidate for light, The future embryo slumbering in his sire. From Thompson: 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... | |
 | Abby Ann Judson - Spiritualists - 1892 - 282 pages
...good, pleasure, and profit, whether now, or never so many myriads of ages hence." FROM "THE SEASONS." 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... | |
 | Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon - Literature - 1893 - 464 pages
...they roll. For lue, when I forget the darling theme. Whether the blossom blows, the summer ray RuaseU the plain, inspiring autumn gleams, Or winter rises in the blackening east, Ue my tongue mute— my fancy jaint no more, And, dead to joy. forget my heart to beat I Should fate... | |
 | Henry Coppée - Literature - 1894 - 544 pages
...the 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...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 Fate command me to... | |
 | Abby Ann Judson - Spiritualism - 1895 - 280 pages
...good, pleasure, and profit, whether now, or never so many myriads of ages hence." FROM "THE SEASONS." 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... | |
 | Robert Burns, Alexander Smith - Poets, Scottish - 1896 - 710 pages
...death cover it ; let it not be numbered in the hours of the day !" " When T fnrpct the darlinjr 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... | |
 | Robert Burns, Alexander Smith - Poets, Scottish - 1896 - 710 pages
...death cover it ; let it not be numbered in the hours of the day !" " When I forget the darlinfr 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... | |
 | John Dawson Ross - M'Lehose, Agnes (Craig) 1759-1841 - 1897 - 276 pages
...death cover 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... | |
 | John Dawson Ross - M'Lehose, Agnes (Craig) 1759-1841 - 1897 - 288 pages
...death cover 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... | |
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