 | James Thomson - 1793 - 300 pages
...theme, Whether the blossom blows, the Summer ray 95 SHOULD fate command me to the farthest verge i oo Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers...Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me: Since GOD is ever present, ever felt, 105 In the void waste... | |
 | English poetry - 1800 - 322 pages
...first the sun GilJs Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me :. Since GOD is ever present, ever felt, In...void waste as in the city full; And where he vital breathes, there must be joyWhen ev'n at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight... | |
 | James Thomson - 1800 - 302 pages
...Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth , to distant barbarous climes , Hirers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me : A / Since God is ever present , ever felt , Tn the void waste... | |
 | James Thomson - 1802 - 340 pages
...tongue mute, my fancy 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...Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me: Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in... | |
 | James Thomson - 1802 - 344 pages
...tongue mute, my fancy 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...Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me: Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in... | |
 | James Thomson, Patrick Murdoch - 1802 - 368 pages
...first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles; 'tis 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 even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight... | |
 | James Thomson - English poetry - 1802 - 320 pages
...heart to beat! 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 Flames on th' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me: Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in... | |
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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 the Atlantic isles, — 'tis naught to me : Since God is... 
