 | James Thomson, Barthold Heinrich Brockes - 1745 - 586 стор.
...¿u preifen/ werbe/ íatuí unb tvitt »er# Be my Tongue mute, may Fancy paint no more, 105 And, deed to Joy, forget my Heart to beat. SHOULD Fate command me to the fartheft Verge Of the green Earth, to hoftile barbarous Climes, Rivers unknown to Song; where firft the Sun Gilds... | |
 | Seraph - 1754 - 294 стор.
...delicious autumn gleams, Or winter riles in the reddening eaft ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint wo more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the fartheft verge Of the green earth, to hollile barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong ; where firft the fun Gilds... | |
 | James Thomson - 1757 - 244 стор.
...the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams ; Or Winter rifes in the blackening eaft ; Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! SHOULD SHOULD fate command me to the fartheft verge Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, 101 Kivus... | |
 | James Thomson - 1763 - 458 стор.
...Autumn gleams-; Or Winter rifes in the blackening eaft; Be my tongue mate, may fancy paint no more, Andi dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should fate...earth, to diftant barbarous -climes, Rivers unknown to Song; where fir It the fun Gilds Indian mountains, or his letting beam Flames on th' Atlantic ifles;... | |
 | James Thomson - 1766 - 266 стор.
...fummer-ray 95 Ruflets the plain, infpirmg Autumn gleams ; Or Winter rifes in the blackening eaft; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead...beat! • SHOULD fate command me to the fartheft verge i oo Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong; where firft the fun Gilds... | |
 | John Huddlestone Wynne - 1807 - 744 стор.
...Russet the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or winter rises in the black'ningEast, Be my tongue mute, may Fancy paint no more, And dead to joy forget my heart to beat.' The morn was very clear and fine; and ere I had rambled far entered a little coppice, and taking wy... | |
 | James Thomson - 1774 - 272 стор.
...fummer-ray 95 RufTets the plain, infpiring Autumn gleams; Or Winter rifes_ in the black'ning eaft ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Gilds Indian mountains, or Ms fetting beam Flames on th' Atlantic ifles ; 'tis nought to me : Since... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 304 стор.
...iumrner-ray 95 Ruflets the plain, infliring Autumn gleams; Or Winter rifes in the blackening eafl; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead...forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the farthcft verge ioc Of the green earth, to diftant baibarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong; where firft... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 274 стор.
...lummer-ray 95 Ruflets the plain, infririxg Autumn gleams ; Or Winter rifes in,the blackening eaft; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to biat. Should fate command me to the fartbeft verge ice Of the green earth, to eliftant baibarous climes,... | |
 | 1780 - 226 стор.
...the fummer rny Ruffets the plain, infpiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rifes in the blackening Eaft, Be my tongue mute, my Fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to heat! Should Fate command me to the farthcft verge Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes,... | |
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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... 
