 | James Thomson, Barthold Heinrich Brockes - English poetry - 1745 - 586 pages
...¿u preifen/ werbe/ íatuí unb tvitt »er# Be my Tongue mute, may Fancy paint no more, 105 And, deed to Joy, forget my Heart to beat. SHOULD Fate command me to the fartheft Verge Of the green Earth, to hoftile barbarous Climes, Rivers unknown to Song; where firft... | |
 | Seraph - Hymns, English - 1754 - 294 pages
...delicious autumn gleams, Or winter riles in the reddening eaft ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint wo more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the fartheft verge Of the green earth, to hollile barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong ; where firft... | |
 | James Thomson - 1757 - 244 pages
...the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams ; Or Winter rifes in the blackening eaft ; Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! SHOULD SHOULD fate command me to the fartheft verge Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, 101 Kivus... | |
 | James Thomson - English literature - 1763 - 458 pages
...Autumn gleams-; Or Winter rifes in the blackening eaft; Be my tongue mate, may fancy paint no more, Andi dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should fate command me to the fartheft verge 100 Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous -climes, Rivers unknown to Song; where... | |
 | James Thomson - 1766 - 266 pages
...the fummer-ray 95 Ruflets the plain, infpirmg Autumn gleams ; Or Winter rifes in the blackening eaft; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead...my heart to beat! • SHOULD fate command me to the fartheft verge i oo Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong; where... | |
 | John Huddlestone Wynne - Advice columns - 1807 - 744 pages
...Russet the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or winter rises in the black'ningEast, Be my tongue mute, may Fancy paint no more, And dead to joy forget my heart to beat.' The morn was very clear and fine; and ere I had rambled far entered a little coppice, and taking wy... | |
 | James Thomson - 1774 - 272 pages
...fummer-ray 95 RufTets the plain, infpiring Autumn gleams; Or Winter rifes_ in the black'ning eaft ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Gilds Indian mountains, or Ms fetting beam Flames on th' Atlantic ifles ; 'tis nought to me : Since... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - English poetry - 1779 - 280 pages
...fumvner-ray 95 Rufiets the plain, infyiring 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 fartl:eft verge 100 Of the green earth, to diflant ba:barous climes, Rivers unknown to fong; where... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - English poetry - 1779 - 274 pages
...lummer-ray 95 Ruflets the plain, infririxg Autumn gleams ; Or Winter rifes in,the blackening eaft; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to biat. Should fate command me to the fartbeft verge ice Of the green earth, to eliftant baibarous climes,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - English poetry - 1779 - 628 pages
...gleams; Or Winter rifes in the Slackening eaft ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead fo joy, forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the fartheft verge 100 Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong ;, where... | |
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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... 
