 | James Thomson - 1793 - 300 pages
...setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me: Since GOD is ever present, ever felt, 105 In the void waste as in the city full; And where HE vital breathes there must be joy. When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will... | |
 | English poetry - 1800 - 322 pages
...sun GilJs 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...city full; And where he vital breathes, there must be joyWhen ev'n at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful... | |
 | James Thomson - 1800 - 302 pages
...the void waste as in the city full ; 1 And -where he vital breathes there must be joy. I When »ven at last the solemn hour shall come , \ And wing my mystic flight to future world , [ I chearful will obey ; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing : I cannot go Where... | |
 | James Thomson - 1802 - 344 pages
...the sun 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...And where He vital breathes there must be joy. When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will... | |
 | James Thomson - 1802 - 340 pages
...the sun 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...And where He vital breathes there must be joy. When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will... | |
 | James Thomson - English poetry - 1802 - 320 pages
...the sun 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; i And where he vital breathes there must be joy. When e'en at last the solemn hour shall come, And... | |
 | James Thomson - 1803 - 186 pages
...Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting heam 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; And where he vital hreathes, there must he joy. When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight... | |
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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. 
