 | Elizabeth Hamilton - 1796 - 356 páginas
...parting anguiuV I am not alone. No. The ever-prefent God is with me ; and his comforts fupport my foul. Often in the hour of health, have I repeated with rapture the lines of the poet : and ;now 1 am called to be an evidence of their truth. ' '" Should fate command me to the fartheft verge Of... | |
 | James Thomson - 1800 - 302 páginas
...blackening east ; Be my tongue mute , my fancy paint no more , And, dead to joy , forget my heart to heat ! Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth , to distant barbarous climes , Hirers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on... | |
 | 1800 - 322 páginas
...black'ning east; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, fos-get 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 the sun GilJs Indian mountains, or his setting... | |
 | Elizabeth Hamilton - 1801 - 218 páginas
...parting anguifh.' I am not alone. No-. The ever-prefent God is with me; and his comforts fupport my foul. Often in the hour of health, have I repeated with...evidence of their truth.' " Should fate command me to the fartheft verge Of the green earlh, to diftant barbarous clime*, Kivers unknown to fong; where firft... | |
 | James Thomson - 1802 - 320 páginas
...black'ning east; Be my tongue mute, may 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 barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting... | |
 | James Thomson - 1803 - 186 páginas
...hlackening east; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And dead to joy, forget my heart to heat! Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant harharous climes. Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting... | |
 | E. Tomkins - 1804 - 416 páginas
...hlackening East, Be my tongue mute, my Fancy paint no more. And, dead to joy, forget my heart to heat ! Should Fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant harharous climes, Rivers unknown to song, where first the suu Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting... | |
 | William Crow - 1806 - 106 páginas
... r A POEM. IN SIX CANTOS. BY WILLIAM CROW. " Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous cliroe,, Riven unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames... | |
 | 1806 - 330 páginas
...east; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! I 2 177 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... | |
 | E Tomkins - 1806 - 280 páginas
...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 harharous climes, Rivers unknown to song, where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting... | |
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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. 
