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" 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... "
The Seasons: By James Thomson; with His Life, an Index, and Glossary ... - Page 217
by James Thomson - 1793 - 225 pages
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Le stagioni

James Thomson - 1826 - 438 pages
...more, And , dead to joy, forget my beait to beat. Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of tbe green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown...nought to me: Since GOD is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; g And where HE vital breathes there must be joy. "When even...
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The English Reader, Or, Pieces in Prose and Poetry

Lindley Murray - 1826 - 264 pages
...to beat ! 8. Should fate command me to the farthest verge Ol the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun...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. $. When...
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Select Works of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Prefaces

John Aikin - 1826 - 840 pages
...Should Fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Riven unknown to song ; where first the Sun Gilds Indian...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. When ev'n at...
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The English Reader, Or, Pieces in Prose and Verse, Selected from the Best ...

Lindley Murray - 1826 - 286 pages
...Should f.ite command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barh'rous climes, Ilivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian...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. 0 When e'en...
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The Seasons, and Castle of Indolence: To which is Prefixed the Life of the ...

James Thomson - 1826 - 268 pages
...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 barbarous climes. Rivers...his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles; 'tis naught to me: Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full; And where...
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Le stagioni

James Thomson - 1826 - 430 pages
...climes, Rivers unknown to song ; wliere fivst thè sun Gilds indian mountains, or bis setting beatn Flames on th' A.tlantic isles; 'tis nought to me : Since GOD is ever present, ever felt, In thè void waste as in thè city full ; And wliere HE vital breathes there must he joy. \Vhen even...
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The English Reader: Or, Pieces in Prose and Poetry, Selected from the Best ...

Lindley Murray - 1826 - 268 pages
...more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat I Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam FL;mes on th' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In tlie void waste as in the city full ; And where HE vital breathes there must be joy. When e'en-...
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Murray's English Reader: Or, Pieces in Prose and Poetry, Selected from the ...

Lindley Murray, John Walker - 1826 - 314 pages
...black'ning east ; 8. Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barh'rous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or bis setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever...
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The poetical ladder; or A selection of poetry ... to suit the capacities of ...

Poetical ladder - 1827 - 94 pages
...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 barbarous climes, Rivers...nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city fall; And where He vital breathes there must be joy. When even at...
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The casket of poesy [ed. by J. Cole].

John Cole - 1827 - 166 pages
...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 barbarous climes, Rivers...beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me - r Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full; And where He vital...
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