 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
 | Rodolphus Dickinson - 1815 - 214 str.
...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...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... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1815 - 276 str.
...inspiring autumn gleams ; ••• Or winter rises in the black Ding- east; Be my tongue route, ray fancy paint no more, And dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! • Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the gvcen earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown -to song ; where first... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1815 - 262 str.
...darling theme, Rufftfts the plain t infpiring autumn gleams f Or winter rifes in the black'ning eall ; Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my htart to beat ! Should fate command me to the fartheft verge> Of the green earth, to diftant barb'rous... | |
 | James Thomson - 1816 - 256 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... | |
 | 1816 - 420 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 to joy, forget my heurt to beat! THOMSON. THE END. J. Campion, Printer, Middle Street, luir, lt '" \ tfSi THE NEW YORK... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1816 - 714 str.
...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... | |
 | Elizabeth Tomkins - 1817 - 276 str.
...Russets the plam, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rises in the blackening East, Be my tongue mule, 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... | |
 | Richard Lobb - 1817 - 418 str.
...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. INDEX. A. ADANSON, M. account of swallows seen on a ship near th1j coast of Senegal, ii. 253. Addison,... | |
 | William Scott - 1817 - 416 str.
...the plaiu, 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 rue to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to song ;... | |
 | 1817 - 314 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 Pate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown... | |
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