 | William Collins - 1802 - 206 страници
...not why, Even at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret stings, In one rude clash he struck the...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... | |
 | William Collins - 1802 - 198 страници
...not why, Even at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret stings, In one rude clash he struck the...hurried hand the strings. With woful measures wan DespairLow sullen sounds his grjcf beguil'd, A sullen, strange, and mingled air, ' ,•.; 'Twas sad... | |
 | William Collins - 1804 - 166 страници
...why, E'en at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rush'd : his eyes on fire, In lightnings, own'd his secret stings : In one rude clash he struck the...measures wan Despair Low, sullen sounds his grief beguil'd ; A solemn, strange, and mingled air ; 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. But thou,... | |
 | William Collins - 1804 - 168 страници
...why, E'en at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rush'd : his eyes on fire, In lightnings, own'd his secret stings : In one rude clash he struck the...measures wan Despair Low, sullen sounds his grief beguil'd; A solemn, strange, and mingled air; Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. But thou, O Hope,... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 302 страници
...why, Ev'n at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rush'd ; his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret stings : In one rude clash he struck the...measures wan Despair — Low, sullen sounds his grief beguil'd '; A solemn, strange, and mingled air ; 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. But thou,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 558 страници
...not why, E'en at the sound himself had made. Next Anger n.sh'd, his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret stings, In one rude clash he struck the...measures wan Despair— Low sullen sounds his grief heguil'd, A solemn, strange, and mingled air, ' T was sad hy tits, hy starts 't was wild. But thou,... | |
 | John Sabine - 1810 - 308 страници
...huwied hand the strings. With woeful measures wan Despair, Low sullen sounds, his grief beguil'd ; A solemn, strange, and mingled air, , 'Twas sad by....But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still itwhisper'd promis'd pleasure, And hade the lovely scenes at distance hail.... | |
 | 1814 - 310 страници
...why, Ev'n at the sound himself had' made-. Next Anger rush'd : his eyes on fire, In lightnings, own'd his secret stings : In one rude clash he struck the...But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail... | |
 | Joshua P. Slack - 1815 - 340 страници
...not why, E'en at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret stings, In one rude clash he struck the...measures, wan Despair Low sullen sounds his grief beguil'd : A solemn, strange, and mingled air : 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. But thou,... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 страници
...hurried 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,...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!... | |
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twas wild. But thou, O Hope ! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure... 
