 | Thomas Gray - 1894 - 252 страници
...other at Paris. 6 Shone, like a meteor, streaming to the wind. ' Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert cave, ' Sighs to the torrent's aweful voice beneath...their hundred arms they wave, ' Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breath ; ' Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, ' To high-born Hoel's harp, or... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1894 - 250 страници
...other at Paris. 6 Shone, like a meteor, streaming to the wind. ' Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert cave, ' Sighs to the torrent's aweful voice beneath...'O'er thee, oh King ! their hundred arms they wave, 25 ' Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breath ; ' Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, 'To high-born... | |
 | Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Frank Weitenkampf, John Porter Lamberton - 1895 - 456 страници
...deep sorrows of his lyre. ' ' Hark, how each giant oak, and desert cave, Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! O'er thee, oh King ! their hundred arms they wave, Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more since Cambria's fatal day, To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1896 - 418 страници
...deep sorrows of his lyre : ' Hark, how each giant-oak and desert-cave Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! O'er thee, oh King ! their hundred arms they wave, Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft... | |
 | John Wesley Hales - 1897 - 472 страници
...hand and Prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. " Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert cave, Sighs to the torrent's aweful voice beneath...O'er thee, oh King ! their hundred arms they wave, 25 I- 3. " Cold is Cadwallo's tongue, That hushed the stormy main : 30 Brave Urien sleeps upon his... | |
 | Mowbray Morris - 1898 - 394 страници
...deep sorrows of his lyre. H ' Hark, how each giant-oak and desert-cave Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! O'er thee, oh King! their hundred arms they wave, Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1900 - 634 страници
...deep sorrows of his lyre. ' Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert cave, Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! O'er thee, oh King ! their hundred arms they wave, Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft... | |
 | Magnus Maclean - 1906 - 426 страници
...deep sorrows of his lyre. " Hark ! how each giant oak, and desert cave, Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath : O'er thee, oh King ! their hundred arms they wave, Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft... | |
 | 1908 - 464 страници
...deep sorrows of his lyre: 1O 'Hark, how each giant-oak and desert-cave Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath! O'er thee, oh King! their hundred arms they wave, Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe; Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, 15 To high-born Hoel's harp, 01... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1909 - 632 страници
...deep sorrows of his lyre. ' Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert cave, Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! O'er thee, oh King ! their hundred arms they wave, Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft... | |
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And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. ' Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert cave, Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! O'er thee, oh King ! their hundred arms they wave. 
