 | George Moore - 1808 - 446 страници
...MOORE. Revenge impatient rose : He threw his blnod-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'«r prophetic sounds so full of woe ! And though, sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected... | |
 | Cabinet - 1808 - 524 страници
...woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still through all the song; And where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close, And Hope enchanted smil'd, and wav'd her golden hair. And longer had she sung — but, with a frown, Revenge impatient... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 302 страници
...theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at ev'ry close; And Hope enchanted smil'd, and wav'd her golden hair. And longer had she sung ;—but,...with a frown, Revenge impatient rose : He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down ; And, with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took,... | |
 | 1809 - 488 страници
...woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still thro' all the song ; And where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close, And Hope enchanted smil'd, and wav'd her golden hair. . And longer had she sung— but, with a frown, Revenge impatient... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 страници
...woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still thro' all the song ; And where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close, And Hope enchanted snuTd, and wav'd her golden hair. And longer had she sung— but, with a frown, Revenge impatient rose,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 556 страници
...hair. And longer had she sung — hut, with a frown, Revenge impatient rose, He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down, And, with a withering look,...blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sound so full of woe. And ever and anon he beat The doubling drum with furious heat ; [tween, And though... | |
 | John Walker - 1810 - 402 страници
...woods, the vale, She call'd on echo still through all the song ; And where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close, And Hope, enchanted, smil'd, and wav'd her golden hair. Hope from approaching Nuptials. Now, fair Hippolita, our nuptial... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 558 страници
...woods, the rale, She call'd on Eclio still through all the song; And where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close, And Hope enchanted sioil'd, and wav'd her gulden hair. And longer had she sung—hut, with a frown, Revenge impatient... | |
 | John Sabine - 1810 - 308 страници
...woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still through all the song ; And where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close, And Hope enchanted smil'd and wav'd her golden hair. And \ And longer had she sung — but with a frown, Revenge impatient... | |
 | John Walker - 1810 - 394 страници
...woods, the vale, She call'd on echo still through all the song ; And where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close, And Hope, enchanted, smil'd, and wav'd her golden hair. Hope from approaching Nuptials. Now, fair Hippolita, our nuptial... | |
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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... 
