 | William Collins - 1802 - 206 страници
...hand the strings. With woful measures wan Despair — Low sullen sounds his grief bcguil'd, A sullen, strange, and mingled air, 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. But thou, O Hope! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure,... | |
 | William Collins - 1802 - 198 страници
...hurried hand the strings. With woful measures wan DespairLow sullen sounds his grjcf beguil'd, A sullen, strange, and mingled air, ' ,•.; 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. But thou, O Hope! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure,... | |
 | William Collins - 1804 - 168 страници
...clash he struck the lyre, And swept with hurried hand the strings. With woful measures wan Despair Low, sullen sounds his grief beguil'd; A solemn, strange,...mingled air; Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure,... | |
 | William Collins - 1804 - 166 страници
...each is strongly expressed : thus particularly of Despair . " With WMiul measure wan Despair—* •» Low sullen sounds his grief beguil'd, A solemn, strange,...mingled air, 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild." He must be a very unskilful composer who could' not catch the power of imitative harmony from these*... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1805 - 238 страници
...clash he struck the lyre, And swept with hurried hand the strings. With woeful measures wan Despaii — L.OW sullen sounds his grief beguil'd ; A solemn,...mingled air ! 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. But thou, O Hrpe ! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure,... | |
 | 1806 - 408 страници
...clash he struck the lyre, And swept with hurry 'd hand the strings; With woeful measures wan Despair— Low sullen sounds his grief beguil'd ; A solemn, strange,...and mingled air ! 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas \vil4. But thou, O Hope! with eyes so fair, What was thy delightful measure ? Still it whisper' d promis'd... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 страници
...clash he struck the- lyre, And swept with hurried hand the strings* With woeful measures wan Despair Low, sullen sounds his grief beguil'd ; A solemn, strange, and mingled air ; •Tw« .sad by fits, by starts 'twas wil<tBut thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair. What was thy delighted... | |
 | Cabinet - 1808 - 524 страници
...the lyre, And swept with hurried hand the strings. With woeful measures wan Despair — Low sulien sounds his grief beguil'd, A solemn, strange, and mingled air, 'Twas sad by tits, by starts 'twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 страници
...clash he struck the lyre, And swept with hurried hand the strings. With woeful measures, wan Despair, Low sullen sounds, his grief beguil'd ; A solemn,...mingled- air, 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ; Still would her touch the strain prolong, And from the... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 302 страници
...clash he struck the lyre, And swept with hurried hand the strings. With woful measures wan Despair — Low, sullen sounds his grief beguil'd '; A solemn,...mingled air ; 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure,... | |
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twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She... 
