 | John Walker - 1811 - 554 страници
...Sempronius says, " My voice is still for war. See what Addison says, Spectator, Vol. IV. No. 309. " (Loose his beard and hoary hair . .Stream?d like a meteor to the troubled air.)'" GRAY'S Bard. This simile seems to have been suggested by a passage in Milton, Par. Lost, b. I. where... | |
 | Richard Cumberland - 1817 - 432 страници
...Conway's foaming flood, Uob'd in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes tini poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air) And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. Let the living muses speak for... | |
 | John Hughes - 1818 - 378 страници
...of the ruthless Edward, that RoVd in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd like a meteor, to the troubled air ; And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. But still there are not wanting... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 498 страници
...old Conway's foaming flood, Rob'd in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. ' Hark, how each giant oak,... | |
 | Thomas Gray, William Mason - 1820 - 548 страници
...old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. ' Hark, how each giant-oak,... | |
 | John Trumbull - 1820 - 228 страници
...While rifle-frocks drove Gen'rals cap'ring, And Red-coatsf shrunk from leathern apron, • * Loose his beard and hoary hair Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air- Gray. f An American cant name for the British troops, taken from the color of their uniform. And epaulette... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1821 - 192 страници
...old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. Ver. 11. of Snowdon's shaggy... | |
 | John Aikin - 1821 - 358 страници
...Conway's foaming flood, llob'd in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; ( Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air,) And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. " Hark, how each giant-oak,... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1821 - 196 страници
...Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose bis beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a master's hand, and prophet's .fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. Ver. 11. of Snowdon's shaggy... | |
 | 1822 - 418 страници
...old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air ;) And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. , Sighs to the torrent's awful... | |
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On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the Poet stood ; Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air And, with a Master's hand, and Prophet's... 
