 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 546 pages
...Seasons, as 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 eart; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more. Anil, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should... | |
 | William Somervile - 1811 - 312 pages
...as 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...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... | |
 | James Thomson - 1811 - 182 pages
...Hnssets the plain, inspiring Antnmn gleans, Or Winter rises in the blackening east ; Be my tongne mnte, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! In the void waste as in the city fnll ; And where He vital breathes, there mnst be joy. When even at... | |
 | Elizabeth Hamilton - 1811 - 348 pages
...repeated with rapture the lines of the poet; and now I am called to be an evidence of their truth. " 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... | |
 | William Somervile - 1811 - 312 pages
...blackening east ; >e my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, tad, dead to joy, forget my heart Vo be%t. Should fate command me to 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... | |
 | Elizabeth Hamilton - 1811 - 694 pages
...repeated with rapture the lines of the poet; and now I am called to be an evidence of their truth. " 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... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1812 - 378 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 my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat!... | |
 | James Thomson, Samuel Johnson - 1813 - 180 pages
...Russets-the plain, inspiring Autumn gleama, Or Winter rises in the blackening east ; Be my tongue mute, may Fancy paint no more, And. dead to joy, forget my heart...the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, ' llivers unknown to song, where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting... | |
 | James Thomson - 1813 - 346 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 rises in the blackening east; Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should fete command me to the farthest... | |
 | William Scott - 1814 - 424 pages
...poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll. For me, when 1 forget the darling theme, v Whether the blossom blows, the summer ray Russets...plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or winter rises in the blackeningeast — Be my tongue mute, my fancy psint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to... | |
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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... 
