| John Bell - 1796 - عدد الصفحات: 524
...rising * sun shall gild the morn, Nor ev'ning Cynthia fill her silver horn ; ic« But lost, dissolve! in thy superior rays, One tide of glory, one unclouded...O'erflow thy courts: the Light himself shall shine Reveal 'd, and God's eternal day be thine! The f seas shall waste, the skies in smoke decay, i £•... | |
| 1780 - عدد الصفحات: 226
...the rifing fun fhall gild the morn, Nor ev'ning Cynthia fill her fuver horn ; F 3 But loft, diftblv'd in thy Superior rays, One tide of glory, one unclouded. blaze O'erflow thy courts : the Light hirafelf fhall fhine Reveal'd, and God's eternal day be thine ! The feas ih:i!l wafte, the fries in... | |
| 1800 - عدد الصفحات: 322
...springs ! For thee Idume's spicy forests blow, And seeds of gold in Ophir's mountains glow. See Heav'n its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon...! No more the rising sun shall gild the morn, Nor ev'uing Cynthia fill her silver horn ; But lost, dissolv'd in thy superior rays, One tide of glory,... | |
| 1803 - عدد الصفحات: 364
[ عذرًا، محتوى هذه الصفحة مقيَّد ] | |
| 1803 - عدد الصفحات: 422
[ عذرًا، محتوى هذه الصفحة مقيَّد ] | |
| 1803 - عدد الصفحات: 418
[ عذرًا، محتوى هذه الصفحة مقيَّد ] | |
| Alexander Pope - 1804 - عدد الصفحات: 230
...springs ! For thee Idume's spicy forests blow, 9$ And seeds of gold in Ophir's mountains glow. See heav'n its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon...day. No more the rising sun shall gild the morn, Nor ev'ning Cynthia fill her diver horn ; 100 But lost, dissolv'd in thy superior rays, One tide of glory,... | |
| E. Tomkins - 1804 - عدد الصفحات: 416
...prostrate kings, And heap'd with products of Sahean springs ! For thee Idume's spicy forests hlow, And seeds of gold in Ophir's mountains glow. See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And hreak upon thee in a flood of day ! No more the rising sun shall gild the morn, But lost, dissolv'd... | |
| E Tomkins - 1806 - عدد الصفحات: 280
...altars throng'd with prostrate kings, And heap'd with products of Sahsean springs! For thee Idume's spicy forests blow, And seeds of gold in Ophir's mountains...thee in a flood of day! No more the rising sun shall jjild the morn, But lost, dissolv'd in thy superior rajs, One tide of glory, one unclouded blaze O'erflow... | |
| Thomas Tomkins - 1806 - عدد الصفحات: 348
[ عذرًا، محتوى هذه الصفحة مقيَّد ] | |
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