 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 east, Be my tongue mute, my Fancy * paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat...  The Seasons - Strana 328autor/autoři: James Thomson - 1856 - 335 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Cabinet - 1808 - 524 str.
...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...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... | |
 | James Thomson, Thomas Park - 1808 - 444 str.
...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 east; Be my tongue inute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should fate command me to... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 308 str.
...blows, the Summer-ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rises in the black'ning east; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And,...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... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1809 - 604 str.
...they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows ; the Summer ray Russets soms in the trees ; Lives thro' all life, extends ibro' all extent , Spreads : He my tongue mutt, my fancy paint no more. And, 'dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should fate... | |
 | Thomas Janes - 1810 - 336 str.
...blows, the Summer-ray 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,... | |
 | 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... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1810 - 262 str.
...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..... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 536 str.
...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 east; He my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to heat. Should Fate command... | |
 | William Somervile - 1811 - 312 str.
...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...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.
...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... | |
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