 | 1780 - 226 стор.
...vale; and thou, majeftic Main! A fecret world of wonders in thyfelf, Sound His ftupendous praife, whofe greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incenfe, Herbs, andFruits, and Flowers, In mingled clouds, to Him, whofe fun exalts, Whofe breath perfumes... | |
 | William Scott - 1789 - 416 стор.
...and thou, majeftic main, A fccret world of wonders in thyfelf ; Sound his ftupendous praife, whofe greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incenfe, herbs, and fruits, and flSwers, In mingled clouds to him, whofe fun exalts, Whofe breath perfumes... | |
 | James Thomson - 1793 - 300 стор.
...trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid, and profound; 50 Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the...of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise; whofe greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. 55 SOFT-ROLL yourincense, herbs,andfruits,... | |
 | James Thomson - 1800 - 302 стор.
...rage.. His praise , ye brooks , attune , ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents , rapid , and profound $ Ye softer floods , that lead the humid mazt Along the vale ; and thou , majestic maiti , A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound his stupendous... | |
 | 1800 - 322 стор.
...you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the human maze Along the vale; and thon, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, .'.•*'... | |
 | James Thomson - 1802 - 344 стор.
...whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid, and profound; Ye softer...Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints. Ye forests bend, ye harvests wave, to Him; Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, As home he... | |
 | James Thomson, Patrick Murdoch - 1802 - 368 стор.
...whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid, and profound; Ye softer...breath perfumes you, -and whose pencil paints. Ye forests bend, ye harvests wave, to Him ; Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, As home he... | |
 | James Thomson - 1802 - 320 стор.
...whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid, and profound; Ye softer...roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruitSj and flow'rs, In mingled clouds to him; whose sun exalts, Whose breath perfumes you, and whose... | |
 | James Thomson - 1803 - 186 стор.
...you rage.— His praise, ye hrooks, attune, ye tremhling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid, and profound ; Ye softer...Sound His stupendous praise ; whose greater voice Or hids you roar, or hids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herhs, and fruits, and flowers,... | |
 | James Thomson - 1803 - 268 стор.
...humid maze Along the vale J rfnd thou , majestic m:i in . A secret world of wonders in thyself, ' ' i Sound His stupendous praise ; whose greater voice Or bids you roar , or bids your roarings fall. Soft-roll yonr incense, herbs, and fruits , and flowers. In mingled clouds to HIM ; whose sun exalts,... | |
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The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale ; and thou, majestic... 
