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
| Vicesimus Knox - 1809 - 604 str.
...the plain ; inspiring Autumn gleams , Or Winter rises in the blackening east : He my tongue mutt, my >enl ; Breathes in our soul, informs our * : To hint no high, no low, no great, no small; He farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant bitrtarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first... | |
| Lindley Murray - 1810 - 262 str.
...summer ray 'Russets the plain ; 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 ! The Part In the void waste as in the city full ; And where HE vital breathes there must be joi..... | |
| Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 546 str.
...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 Fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first... | |
| Thomas Janes - 1810 - 336 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! 1,91 Should fate command me to the furthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes,... | |
| Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 536 str.
...Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams; Or Winter rises in the blackening east; He my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to heat. Should Fate command me to the farthest verg* Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes,... | |
| William Somervile - 1811 - 312 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 barb'rous climes, rivers unknown to song; where first... | |
| James Thomson - 1811 - 182 str.
...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... | |
| Lindley Murray - 1812 - 378 str.
...the summer ray Russets the plain ; inspiring autumn gleams; ~Or winter rises in the black'ning east; Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead...forget my heart to beat! Should fate command me to thi farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to song; where first... | |
| James Thomson - 1813 - 346 str.
...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 verge 100 Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown... | |
| William Scott - 1814 - 424 str.
...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 beat '. Should fate command me to the farthest verge v Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first... | |
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