 | James Thomson - 1803 - 268 pages
...a* 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...blackening east ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no wore, And , deiad to joy , forget my heart to beat ! Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of... | |
 | James Thomson - 1803 - 186 pages
...hlows, the summer-ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or 'Winter rises in the hlackening 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 harharous climes.... | |
 | James Thomson, John Aikin - 1804 - 232 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 100 Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes. Rivers unknown to song, where first the sun Gilds... | |
 | E. Tomkins - 1804 - 416 pages
...hlows, the Summer ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autuum gleams, Or Winter rises in the hlackening 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 harharous climes,... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1805 - 1054 pages
...the Summer n>y RulVctsthc plain; inffiring Autumn gleams; Or Winter riles in the blackening ea(t: fie my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead...forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the fartheft verge When even at loft the folemn hour fliall com; And wing my myftic flight to future worlds,... | |
 | Poetry - 1806 - 330 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, forget my heart to beat ! I 2 177 Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes,... | |
 | English poetry - 1806 - 408 pages
...blows, the summer ray Russets the plain, iidpirilrg AntWrnn gleams, Or Winter rises in the blSc'kdmng east ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more. And, dead to joy, forget my heart to bent ! Should fate command me to the fai thest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes,... | |
 | James Thomson - 1806 - 242 pages
...Autumn gleams; r Winter rises in the blackening east; e my tongue mute, .may fancy paint no more, nd, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should fate command me to the farthest verge 100 >f the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, livers unknown to song; where first the sun iiiIs... | |
 | William Crow - English poetry - 1806 - 106 pages
... r A POEM. IN SIX CANTOS. BY WILLIAM CROW. " Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous cliroe,, Riven unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting... | |
 | 1806 - 606 pages
...contemplative devotion. The following passage reminds us of those delightful lines in Thomson's hymns: ' Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, &c. ;' the idea of which, perhaps, was suggested by Horace's * Panh me pigris ubi nulla campis Arbor,... | |
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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... 
