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" 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. "
Elegant Extracts: A Copious Selection of Instructive, Moral, and ... - Page 144
1817
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The Imperial magazine; or, Compendium of religious, moral ..., Volume 7

1825 - 610 pages
...the poet Thomson : — "Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to diktant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beams Flame on the Atlantic hies; 'tis nought to me, Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void...
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The Methodist Magazine, Volume 8

1825 - 516 pages
...SboaJd fate command me to the farthest verge Of Ae green earth, to distant barb'roua climes, Riven unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames o'er the Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste...
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Methodist Magazine and Quarterly Review

1825 - 502 pages
...Methodist Magazine. MEMOIR OF THE REV. WILLIAM BEAUCHAMP. OF MOUNT CAHMEI,, IL1.IK01S. '• Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers nnl.iKif. n to song ; where Cr*t the sun Qilds Indian mountains, or his setting...
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Murray's English Reader: Or, Pieces in Prose and Poetry, Selected from the ...

Lindley Murray, Jeremiah Goodrich - 1825 - 316 pages
...to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barh'rous climes, IMvers unknown to song;-where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on tff Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in...
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The English Reader, Or, Pieces of Prose and Poetry: Selected from the Best ...

Lindley Murray - 1825 - 270 pages
...Be my 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 barb'rotis climes, Rivera unknown to song ; where first the sua .Gilds Indian mountains, or his netting...
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The Seasons, and Castle of Indolence: To which is Prefixed the Life of the ...

James Thomson - 1826 - 268 pages
...east; Be my 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,...his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles; 'tis naught to me: Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full; And where...
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The English Reader, Or, Pieces in Prose and Poetry: Selected from the Best ...

Lindley Murray - 1826 - 224 pages
...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...nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, 7. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows; the summer ray Russets the plain;...
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The Seasons

James Thomson - 1826 - 176 pages
...more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should fate command me to the furthest verge 100 Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers...Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to mo : Since GOD is over present, ever felt, 105 In the void waste...
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Le stagioni

James Thomson - 1826 - 430 pages
...climes, Rivers unknown to song ; wliere fivst thè sun Gilds indian mountains, or bis setting beatn Flames on th' A.tlantic isles; 'tis nought to me : Since GOD is ever present, ever felt, In thè void waste as in thè city full ; And wliere HE vital breathes there must he joy. \Vhen even at...
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The English Reader: Or, Pieces in Prose and Poetry, Selected from the Best ...

Lindley Murray - 1826 - 268 pages
...more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat I Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam FL;mes on th' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In tlie void waste as in the city full ; And where HE vital breathes there must be joy. When e'en- at...
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