 | James Thomson - 1908 - 554 頁
...blackening east, Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! 99 Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the...the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Elames on the Atlantic isles, 'tis nought to me ; x'Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void... | |
 | James Thomson - 1908 - 556 頁
...first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the 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 spreads there must be joy. When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight... | |
 | Hiram Alfred Cody - 1908 - 396 頁
...to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song . . . 'tis naught to me, Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full." After the conference, Mr. Bompas returned to Fort Norman, taking with him two Indian boys to be trained... | |
 | Hiram Alfred Cody - 1908 - 422 頁
...mattered little to him where he was sent, as his feelings were those expressed by an English poet: " Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the...to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song . . . 1tis naught to me, Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full."... | |
 | James Thomson - 1908 - 408 頁
...first the sun n0 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; Rolls the same kindred Seasons round the world, "5 In all apparent, wise, and good in all: Since He... | |
 | 1908 - 718 頁
...first the sun no 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 fall; Rolls the same kindred Seasons round the world, - 15 In all apparent, wise, and good in all;... | |
 | Ellen E. Kenyon-Warner - 1910 - 298 頁
...blackening 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...full; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy. 12. When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful... | |
 | Robert Burns, Alexander Smith - 1910 - 706 頁
...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...; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.' " Saturday Night, tlalf after Ten. What luxury of bliss I was enjoying this time yesternight ! My ever... | |
 | Percy Adams Hutchinson - 1912 - 572 頁
...fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should Fate command me to the furthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes,...or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, 't is nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full; And... | |
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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... 
