 tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes there must be joy.  The Seasons - Strana 328autor/autoři: James Thomson - 1856 - 335 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Cecil Frances Alexander - 1865 - 342 str.
...world adore, And tremblest Nature with Thy northern blast. Should fate command me to the furthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers...his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles, 'tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as in the city full ! And where... | |
 | Cecil Frances Alexander - 1865 - 604 str.
...Should fate command me to the furthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, River's unknown to song, where first the sun Gilds Indian...or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles, 't is nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as in the city full !... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1866 - 574 str.
...paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should fate command me to the furthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers...beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles ; 'tis naught to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He viral... | |
 | John Hunt - 1866 - 444 str.
...Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, llivers unknown to song, where first the sun Gilds Indian...his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles, 'tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ! And where... | |
 | Samuel Woolcock Christophers - 1867 - 512 str.
...world adore, And tremblest nature with thy northern blast. Should fate command me to the furthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers...his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles, 'tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, and in the city fiill ! And... | |
 | James Thomson - 1868 - 416 str.
...more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should Fate command me to the farthest verge w° Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers...beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles ; 'tis naught to me ; Since GOD is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital... | |
 | James Thomson - 1869 - 178 str.
...fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should fate command me to the farthest verge 100 Of the green earth, to distant barbarous...his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to mo : Since GOD is ever present, ever felt, 105 In the void waste as in the city full : And... | |
 | John Cumming - 1871 - 310 str.
...revolves, With transport touches all the springs of life. Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers...his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles, 'tis nought to me j Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as in the city full ; And where... | |
 | James Thomson - 1873 - 758 str.
...Fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should Fate command me to the farthest verge 100 Of the green earth, to distant barbarous...beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles ; 'tis naught to me ; Since GOD is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital... | |
 | Samuel Manning - 1880 - 260 str.
...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...setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic Isles— 'tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where... | |
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