 Should fate command me to the farthest verge 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 th...  Le stagioni - Page 380by James Thomson - 1826 - 412 pagesFull view - About this book
 | 1819 - 544 pages
...forlorn on the hill of winds! But I could also with a nobler propriety, adopt the effusions of Thomson: ' Tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as in the city full, And where he vital breathes, there must be joy.' Our author soon encountered another river, whose mighty... | |
 | 1819 - 532 pages
...situation, by the romantic strains of Ossian, and the more placid images of the bard of the Seasons. . ' Tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as in the cit) full. And n^here he vital breatnes, there must be joy.' Our author soon encountered another river,... | |
 | 1819 - 188 pages
...fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes. Rivers uitknown to song; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me. Since God is ever present, ever felt In the void waste as in... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1819 - 658 pages
...declamation is bombast rant.' — ' Besides, wherever I am, or in whatever situation I may be— ' Tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the wild waste as in the city full ; And where he vital breathes, there must be joy !' Saturday Night—... | |
 | 1819 - 780 pages
...find among * — — — — distant barbarous climes ; Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun i Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th* Atlantic isles ;' — some state of society, which, though void of our boasted civilization, yet would be equally... | |
 | Ebenezer Henderson - 1819 - 634 pages
...the hill of winds.1" But I. could also, with a nobler propriety^ adopt the effusions of Thomson : " 'Tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In die void waste, as in the city full ; And where he vital breathes, there must be joy." The night was... | |
 | John Aikin - 1820 - 832 pages
...more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should Fate command me to die farthest verge Of the ain, And wilt not bear a rival in thy reign, Tyrants...ty'd, His foe with bedding and with food supply'd And where he vital breathes, diere must be joy. When ev'n at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing... | |
 | William Scott - 1819 - 366 pages
...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 the sun...Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as... | |
 | William Scott - 1820 - 398 pages
...the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isle ; 'tis nought tome— Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full — And where HE vital spreads, there must be joy. When even at lust the solemn hour shall come, And... | |
 | William Scott - 1820 - 422 pages
...me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to snng ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me — Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste... | |
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