 | James Thomson - 1793 - عدد الصفحات: 300
...the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the GOD OF SEASONS, as they roll. FOR me, when I forget the darling 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,... | |
 | Robert Anderson - 1795 - عدد الصفحات: 972
...the fummer-ny RulTets the plain, in/firing Autumn gleams; Or Winter rifes in the blackening eaft •, Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead...forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the fartheft vy Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climn, Rivers unknown to fong ; where firft the... | |
 | 1796 - عدد الصفحات: 220
...blows, the fummer ray Ruflcts the plaint infpiring Autumn gleams Or Winter rifes in the blackening E.di, *B'e my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And,...forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the faitheft verge • Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, 'Rivers unknown to t'ong ; where... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1796 - عدد الصفحات: 574
...bummer ray RulVcts the plain ; inferring Autumn gleams ; Or Winter rifes in the blackening caft; Ut my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead...forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the farthcft verge Oí t'ic green earth, to diftunt barbarous cliT.es, Rivers unknown to fi.ng; where firil... | |
 | James Thomson - 1800 - عدد الصفحات: 302
...virgin's lay, The prompting seraph , and the poet's lyre , Still sing the God of seasons , as they roll. For me , when I forget the darling theme , Whether...paint no more , And, dead to joy , forget my heart to heat ! Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth , to distant barbarous climes... | |
 | 1800 - عدد الصفحات: 322
...the virgin's lay,; The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, 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 black'ning east; Be my... | |
 | James Thomson - 1802 - عدد الصفحات: 320
...the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons, as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether...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!... | |
 | James Thomson - 1803 - عدد الصفحات: 330
...the fummer-ray Ruflets the plain, in/firing Autumn gleams ; Or Winter rifts in the blackening eaft ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead...forget my heart to beat ! Should fate command me to the fartheft verge Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong ; where firft... | |
 | James Thomson - 1803 - عدد الصفحات: 186
...hlows, the summer-ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or 'Winter rises in the hlackening east; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And dead to joy, forget my heart to heat! Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant harharous climes.... | |
 | James Thomson - 1803 - عدد الصفحات: 268
...virgin's lay, The prompting seraph , and the poet's lyre , Still sing the .Goo or SEASONS, a* 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... | |
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There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons, as they roll. 
