 | William Collins - 1802 - 198 страници
...his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down, And, with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe. And ever and anon he beat The doubling drum with furious heat ; And tho' sometimes, each dreary pause... | |
 | William Collins - 1802 - 206 страници
...his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down, And, with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe. And ever and anon he beat The doubling drum with furious heat; And tho' sometimes, each dreary pause... | |
 | William Collins - 1804 - 168 страници
...blood-stain'd sword, in thunder, down ; And, with a with'riug look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe ! And, ever and anon, he beat The doubling drum, with furious heat ; And, though sometimes, each dreary... | |
 | William Collins - 1804 - 166 страници
...blood-stain'd sword, in thunder, down ; And, with a with'riiig look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe ! And, ever and anon, he beat . The doubling drum, with furious heat ; And, though sometimes, each... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1805 - 238 страници
...his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down: And, with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe. And ever and anon he beat The doubling drum with furious heat ; And tho' sometimes, each dreary pause... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 страници
...blood-stain'd sword, in thunder, down ; And, with a with'ring look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe! And, ever and anon, he beat The doubling drum, with furious heat/ Aiul, though sometimes, each dreary... | |
 | 1806 - 184 страници
...blood -stain' d sword in thunder down. And, with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe. And ever and anon he beat The doubling drum with furious heat ; And tho' sometimes, each dreary pause... | |
 | 1806 - 408 страници
...his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down, And with a withering look The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe ; And ever and anon he beat The doubling drum with furious heat ; And tho' sometimes, each dreary pause... | |
 | Cabinet - 1808 - 524 страници
...his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down. And, with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe. And ever and anon he beat The doubling drum with furious heat ; And though sometimes, each dreary pause... | |
 | George Moore - 1808 - 446 страници
...blood-stain* d sword in thunder down; And, with a with'ring look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'-er prophetic sounds so full of woe » And though, sometimes, each dreary pause between. Dejected Pity at his side, Her soul-subduing voice... | |
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And, ever and anon, he beat The doubling drum, with furious heat ; And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity, at his side, Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unaltered mien, While each strained ball of sight... 
