 | Lindley Murray - 1827 - 258 sider
...heart to beat ! 8 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 f~ Flames on th' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1827 - 262 sider
...blaclrning east ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! 8 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... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1827 - 262 sider
...black'ning east ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! 8 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 »r Flames on the Atlantic isles ; 'tis... | |
 | Keturah Jeffreys - 1827 - 254 sider
...and, iu my heart, I repeated those lines of Thompson, " Should Heav-n command me to the farthest ve'ge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes. Rivers unknown to song ; where rirst the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th- Atlantic isles j -tis nought... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1828 - 252 sider
...hymn'. 8. Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous dimes. Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun Gilds...God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste a* in the city full; And where HE vital breathes there mu•t be jsf . 9. When e'en at last the solemn... | |
 | Jonathan Barber - 1828 - 266 sider
...heart to beat ! Should fate command me to the furthest 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... | |
 | Philip Schaff, Arthur Gilman - 1880 - 1108 sider
...blackening east, Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy. forget my heart to beat ! ds of night. Lord, lest the tempter me surprise, Watch over thine the Atlantic isles, — 't is naught to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste,... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1881 - 1000 sider
...tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should fate command mo hair, it is bright As Love's star when it riseth ! Do the Atlantic isles; 'tis naught to me, Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1881 - 510 sider
...blackening east, Be my tongue mute, my Fancy 1 paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the...song, where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or bis setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, 'tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt,... | |
 | English poets - 1889 - 596 sider
...world adore, And humblest nature with thy northern blast. * # * Should fate command me to the furthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes,...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... | |
| |
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 the... 
