 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
 | John Milton - 1824 - 510 pages
...more, A Dd, "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 tbe sun Gilds Indian mountains, or hie setting beam Flame« on th' Atlantic islet; 'tis nought to me... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1825 - 270 pages
...barb'rotis climes, Rivera unknown to song ; where first the sua .Gilds Indian mountains, or his netting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to...ever felt, In the- void waste as in the city full ; And where HE vital breathes there must be joy. When e'en at last the solemn hour sh;ill come, And... | |
 | 1825 - 502 pages
...nnl.iKif. n to song ; where Cr*t the sun Qilds Indian mountains, or his setting bean Flames o'er the Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me ; « Since God...present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where HE vital breathes there must be joy." THOMPSON. GREAT talents are particularly admired... | |
 | 1825 - 610 pages
...the poet Thomson : — "Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to diktant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beams Flame on the Atlantic hies; 'tis nought to me, Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void... | |
 | 1825 - 516 pages
...SboaJd fate command me to the farthest verge Of Ae green earth, to distant barb'roua climes, Riven unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames o'er the Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste... | |
 | John Dawson Ross - 1897 - 276 pages
...? Mere 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 void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.' " Saturday Night, Half after Ten. What luxury of... | |
 | John Dawson Ross - 1897 - 288 pages
...? Mere declamation is bombast rant. Besides, wherever I am, or in whatever situation 1 may be — ' 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.' " Saturday Night, Half after Ten. What luxury of... | |
 | John Dawson Ross - 1897 - 288 pages
...? Mere declamation is bombast rant. Besides, wherever I am, or in whatever situation I may be — 1 '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.' " Saturday Night, Half after Ten. What luxury of... | |
 | Edward Verrall Lucas - 1898 - 336 pages
...the Hymn at the end of Thomson's ' Seasons ' : ' Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown...ever felt, In the void waste, as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.' it goes, operates in the most soothing, and alleviating... | |
 | John Clark Ridpath - 1898 - 520 pages
...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...Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles : 'tis naught to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as... | |
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