 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 nought to me; Since God is ever present,...  Evangelical Magazine and Missionary Chronicle - Sida 2681826Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - Om den här boken
 | 1819 - 188 sidor
...fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes. Rivers uitknown to song; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains,...ever present, ever felt In the void waste as in the cily full} And where He vital breathes, there must bejoj. When even at last the solemn hour shall come.... | |
 | 1819 - 544 sidor
...forlorn on the hill of winds! But I could also with a nobler propriety, adopt the effusions of Thomson: ' Tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever...full, And where he vital breathes, there must be joy.' Our author soon encountered another river, whose mighty w•aters, bursting from the bowels of the... | |
 | Elizabeth Hamilton - 1819 - 302 sidor
...unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantick isles ; 'tis nought to me: Since God is ever present,...In the void waste as in the city full ; And where His spirit breathes there must be joy. When e'en, at last, the solemn hour shall come And wing my mystick... | |
 | 1819 - 532 sidor
...situation, by the romantic strains of Ossian, and the more placid images of the bard of the Seasons. . ' Tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as in the cit) full. And n^here he vital breatnes, there must be joy.' Our author soon encountered another river,... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1819 - 658 sidor
...declamation is bombast rant.' — ' Besides, wherever I am, or in whatever situation I may be— ' Tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the wild waste as in the city full ; And where he vital breathes, there must be joy !' Saturday Night—... | |
 | Ebenezer Henderson - 1819 - 634 sidor
...the hill of winds.1" But I. could also, with a nobler propriety^ adopt the effusions of Thomson : " 'Tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In die void waste, as in the city full ; And where he vital breathes, there must be joy." The night was... | |
 | William Scott - 1819 - 366 sidor
...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...void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital spreads, there must be joy. When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight... | |
 | William Scott - 1820 - 422 sidor
...me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to snng ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his...void waste as in the city full— And where HE vital spreads, there must be joy. When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight... | |
 | William Scott - 1820 - 434 sidor
...me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to scng ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his...void waste as in the city full— And where HE vital spreads, there must be joy. When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight... | |
 | John Aikin - 1820 - 832 sidor
...Rivers unknown to song ; where first the Sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' et each would love alone. Arcite return'd, and, as...ty'd, His foe with bedding and with food supply'd diere must be joy. When ev'n at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future... | |
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