 | James Thomson, Thomas Park - 1808 - عدد الصفحات: 444
...roll!— For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the summer-ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams; Or Winter rises in the blackening east; Be my tongue inute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should fate command me to... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1809 - عدد الصفحات: 604
...they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows ; the Summer ray Russets soms in the trees ; Lives thro' all life, extends ibro' all extent , Spreads : He my tongue mutt, my fancy paint no more. And, 'dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should fate... | |
 | Thomas Janes - 1810 - عدد الصفحات: 336
...blows, the Summer-ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rises in the black'ning east; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! 1,91 Should fate command me to the furthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes,... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1810 - عدد الصفحات: 262
...the plain ; inspiring autumn gleams ; Or winter rises in the black'ning east ; Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! The Part In the void waste as in the city full ; And where HE vital breathes there must be joi..... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - عدد الصفحات: 536
...they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the Summer-ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams; Or Winter rises in the blackening east; He my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to heat. Should Fate command... | |
 | William Somervile - 1811 - عدد الصفحات: 312
...roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, •whether the blossom blows, the summer-ray russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams ; or Winter rises...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 - 1811 - عدد الصفحات: 182
...Hnssets the plain, inspiring Antnmn gleans, Or Winter rises in the blackening east ; Be my tongne mnte, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! In the void waste as in the city fnll ; And where He vital breathes, there mnst be joy. When even at... | |
 | William Somervile - 1811 - عدد الصفحات: 312
...blackening east ; >e my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, tad, dead to joy, forget my heart Vo be%t. 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 - 1812 - عدد الصفحات: 378
...the plain ; inspiring autumn gleams; ~Or winter rises in the 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 thi farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to song; where first... | |
 | James Thomson, Samuel Johnson - 1813 - عدد الصفحات: 180
...Russets-the plain, inspiring Autumn gleama, Or Winter rises in the blackening east ; Be my tongue mute, may Fancy paint no more, And. dead to joy, forget my heart...the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, ' llivers unknown to song, where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting... | |
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Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll. For me — when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the summer ray Russets the plain, inspiring autumn gleams, Or winter rises in the blackening east, Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no... 
