 | James Roach - 1794 - 272 страници
...longer had fhe fung — but, with a frown, Revenge impatient rofe, He threw his blood-tlain'd fword in thunder down, And, with a withering look, The war-denouncing .trumpet took, And blew a blaft fo loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic founds fo full of woe, E 3 ' Atul And ever and anon he... | |
 | 1794 - 954 страници
...fung— but, with a frown, Revenge impatient rofe, He threw his blood-ftain'd fwordin thunderdown. And, with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blaft fo loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic founds fo full of woe. And ever and anon he beat The... | |
 | Robert Anderson - 1795 - 972 страници
...longer had (lie fung — but, with a frown, Revenge impatient rofe. He threwhis blood-ftain'd fword in thunder down, And, with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blaft fo loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic founds fo full of woe. } Monfitur Le Sage, nutknr of... | |
 | Colin Macfarquhar, George Gleig - 1797 - 450 страници
...longer had (he fung ;— but, with a frown, Revenge impatient rofe ; He threw his blood-ftain'd fword in thunder down, And, with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a bl.ift fo loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic founds fo full of woe. And ever and anon he beat The... | |
 | William Collins - 1797 - 196 страници
...longer had fhe fung, — but, with a frown, Revenge impatient rofe, He threw his blood-ftain'd fword in thunder down, And, with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blaft fo loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic founds fo full of woe. And ever and anon he beat The... | |
 | William Collins - 1797 - 198 страници
...fung.—but, with a frown, Revenge impatient rofe, He threw his blood-ftain'd fword in thunder do\rc. And, with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blaft fo loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic founds fo full of woe. And ever and anon he beat The... | |
 | William Collins - 1798 - 226 страници
...prolong, 162 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." In what an exalted light does the above stanza place this great... | |
 | English poetry - 1801 - 224 страници
..., 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 rose... | |
 | William Collins - 1802 - 206 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. G 2 And longer had she sung, — but, with a frown, Revenge impatient... | |
 | 1804 - 400 страници
...£ftoru> of Revenge in his Ode to tbe Passions : " Revenge impatient rose; He threw his blood-atain'd sword in thunder down And with a withering look The war-denouncing trumpet took, Anil blew a blast so loud and dread, If'er'e 'tf'er prophetic svun&i lojitll of woe." 62O then of the... | |
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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... 
