 Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, 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 the fun Gilds Indian mountains, or...  Edinburgh Fugitive Pieces - 187 psl.autoriai: William Creech - 1791 - 295 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | 1796 - 220 psl.
...fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, 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 firft the fun '.Mil., Indian mountains, or bis fetting beam Flames on th' Atlantic iftes... | |
 | James Thomson - 1799 - 324 psl.
...blackening eaft ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should fate command me to the fartheft verge Of the...barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong; where firft the fun Gilds Indian mountains, or his fetting beam Flames on th' Atlantic ifles ; 'tis nought to me :... | |
 | John Searson - 1799 - 96 psl.
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 | Lindley Murray - 1799 - 408 psl.
...blackening eaft ; Be my tongue mute, may Fancy paint no more, And dead to joy, forget niy heart to beat! Should Fate command me to the fartheft verge Of the green earth, to difiant barb'rous clinies, Rivers unknown tofong; where full the fun Gilds Indian mountains, or his... | |
 | James Thomson - 1803 - 330 psl.
...blackening eaft ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should fate command me to the fartheft verge Of the...barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong ; where firft the fun Gilds Indian mountains, or his fetting beam Flames on th' Atlantic ifles ; 'tis nought to me :... | |
 | 1803 - 250 psl.
...permanent and fix'd> Srull thy exigence be. — Mrs. Rotae. SHOULD fate command me to the farther! verg<f Of the green earth, to diftant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to fong i where firft the fun Gilds Indian mountains, or his fetting beam Flames on th' Atlantic ifles, 'tis... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1815 - 262 psl.
...black'ning eall ; Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my htart to beat ! Should fate command me to the fartheft verge> Of the green earth, to diftant barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to fong : where firft the fun Gilds Indian mountains, or his fetting... | |
 | James Thomson - 1972 - 652 psl.
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 | 1798 - 456 psl.
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