 | James Thomson - 1757 - 244 páginas
...the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams ; Or Winter rifes in the blackening eaft ; Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! SHOULD SHOULD fate command me to the fartheft verge Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes,... | |
 | James Thomson - 1766 - 266 páginas
...the fummer-ray 95 Ruflets the plain, infpirmg Autumn gleams ; Or Winter rifes in the blackening eaft; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! • SHOULD fate command me to the fartheft verge i oo Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes,... | |
 | John Huddlestone Wynne - 1807 - 744 páginas
...Russet the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or winter rises in the black'ningEast, Be my tongue mute, may Fancy paint no more, And dead to joy forget my heart to beat.' The morn was very clear and fine; and ere I had rambled far entered a little coppice, and taking wy... | |
 | James Thomson - 1774 - 272 páginas
...fummer-ray 95 RufTets the plain, infpiring Autumn gleams; Or Winter rifes_ in the black'ning eaft ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Gilds Indian mountains, or Ms fetting beam Flames on th' Atlantic ifles ; 'tis nought to me : Since... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 280 páginas
...fumvner-ray 95 Rufiets the plain, infyiring Autumn gleams ; Or Winter rifes in the blackening eaft ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the fartl:eft verge 100 Of the green earth, to diflant ba:barous climes,... | |
 | Select lessons - 1785 - 156 páginas
...the Plain, infpiring Autumn gleams ; Or Winter rifes in the blackening Eaft; Be my Tongue mute, may Fancy paint no more, And, dead to Joy, forget my Heart to beat ! Should Fate command me to the fartheft Verge Of the green Earth, to diftant barbarous Climes, Rivers... | |
 | John Bell - 1787 - 510 páginas
...the plain, infpiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rifes in the blackening Eaft, Be my tongue mute, may Fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should Fate command me to the fartheft verge toa Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes,... | |
 | James Thomson, Patrick Murdoch - 1788 - 326 páginas
...the fummer-ray Ruflets the plain, in/firing Autumn gleams ; Or Winter rifes in the blackening eaft; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should fate command me to the fartheft verge Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, Rivers... | |
 | Johann Joachim Eschenburg - 1789 - 454 páginas
...the Plain, infpiring Autumn gleams; Or Winter rifes in the blackening Eaft ; Be my Tongue mute, may Fancy paint no more, And, dead to Joy, forget my Heart to beat I / SHOULD Fate command me to the fartheft Verge Of the green Earth, to diftant barbarous Climes, Rivers... | |
 | William Scott - 1789 - 416 páginas
...plain, infpiring Autumn gleams ; Or Winter rifes in the blackening ealt ; ; Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, • And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should fate command me to the furtheft verge Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, Rivers... | |
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There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons, as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the... 
