...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 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 farthest...

...subject of this memoir was accustomed to repeat the following passage from " Thomson's 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...

...world into a little Paradise: it will enable you to tri. umph with the Poet: " Should [Providence] command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant, barb'rous climes, ———'Tis nought to me: Since God is ever piescnt, ever fc't; In the void wafte,...

...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 alone...

...iu the blackening east ; Besmy tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And dead to joy, fmget my heait to beat ! Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes. Rivers uitknown to song; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting...

...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...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...

...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 barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to scng ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting...

...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...blackening east — •Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint uo mere, And dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of...

...the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of seasons as they n 11. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the summer ray Russets...the blackening east — Be my tongue mute my fancy pa'mt no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should fate command me to the farthest verge...

...blossom blows, the Sunrnier-ray Russets the plain, insjnring Autumn gleams ; Or Winter rises in die or art, from whence to raise Magnificence ; and what can Heaven show more ? Our torments also die farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where...