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...as they mil. For me , when I forg«t the darling theme , Whether the blossom blows, the summer-ray Russets the plain , inspiring Autumn gleams ; Or Winter...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...

...Seasons, as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the summer-ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams ; Or Winter...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...

...as they roll!— For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the summer-ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams; Or Winter rises in the blackening east; Be my tongue inute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should fate command me to...

...PLEASURES AND USES ARISING FROM THE STUDY OF NATURAL HISTORY. " For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the summer ray Russets the plain, inspiring autumn Or winter rises in the black'ningeast, Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint iio more, And, dead to joy,...

...blows, the Summer-ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rises in the black'ning east; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And,...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...

...the poets lyre. Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, freshes in the breeze, Blows in the stars, and blossoms...thro' all life, extends ibro' all extent , Spreads : He my tongue mutt, my fancy paint no more. And, 'dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should fate...

...blows, the Summer-ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rises in the black'ning east; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! 1,91 Should fate command me to the furthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes,...

...head, the heart, and tongue of all, Grown the great hymn ! For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows ; the summer ray 'Russets...; inspiring autumn gleams ; Or winter rises in the black'ning east ; Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And dead to joy, forget my heart to beat...

...Seasons, as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the Summer-ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams; Or Winter rises in the blackening east; He my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to heat. Should Fate command...