 Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the...  The Seasons - Strana 237autor/autoři: James Thomson, Robert Heron - 1793 - 295 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Lindley Murray - 1805 - 288 str.
...blows ; the fummer ray Ruflets the plain ; infpiring autumn gleams ; Or winter rifes in the black'ning eaft ; Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more....forget my heart to beat ! Should fate command me to die fartheft verge Of the green earth, to diftant barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to fong : where... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1805 - 1054 str.
...RulVctsthc plain; inffiring Autumn gleams; Or Winter riles in the blackening ea(t: fie my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart...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, I cheerful... | |
 | E Tomkins - 1806 - 280 str.
...Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rises in the blackening East, Be my tongue mute, my 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 harharous climes, Rivers unknown to song, where first... | |
 | James Thomson - 1806 - 242 str.
...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... | |
 | 1806 - 330 str.
...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,... | |
 | 1806 - 408 str.
...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,... | |
 | Young gentleman - 1807 - 314 str.
...hlows; the Summer ray Ruffets the plain ; infpiring Autumn gleams; Or Winter rifes in the hlack'ning eaft ; Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to heat. Should Fate command me to the forthefl vergi Of the green earth, to diftant harh'rous climes,... | |
 | James Thomson, Thomas Park - 1808 - 444 str.
...Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams; Or Winter rises in the blackening east; Be my tongue inute, may 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... | |
 | Cabinet - 1808 - 524 str.
...the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams ; Or Winter rises in the blackening east ; Be my tongue mute, my 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... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 308 str.
...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! Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song; where first... | |
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