 | Epes Sargent - 1857 - 490 страници
...hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot music raise and quell ! 4. The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With...come ; Charge, charge ! 't is too late to retreat." 5. The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hapless lovers, Whose dirge is whispered... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1857 - 428 страници
...spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot music raise and quell ? The trumpet's loud clangour Excites us to arms ; With shrill notes of anger, And...drum, Cries, Hark ! the foes come : Charge, charge ! 'tis too late to retreat. The soft complaining flute, In dying notes discovers The woes of hapless... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1857 - 488 страници
...cannot music raise and quell ? 4. The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With .- ! 1 1 • i 1 1 notes of anger, And mortal alarms. The double, double,...come ; Charge, charge ! 't is too late to retreat." 5. The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hapless lovers, Whose dirge is whispered... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - 1858 - 516 страници
...hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion can not music raise and quell? The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With...drum, Cries, " Hark ! the foes come ; Charge, charge! 'tis too late to retreat" The soft complaining flute. In dying notes discovers The woes of hapless... | |
 | Henry Coppée - 1859 - 380 страници
...there is no more striking illustration of the adaptation of sound to sense, than the following : — "The trumpet's loud clangor, Excites us to arms, With...drum, Cries, Hark ! the foes come ; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat." As a very successful attempt in this study of Harmony, we may cite Poe's... | |
 | John Dryden - 1859 - 480 страници
...that shell, [dwell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? HI. The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger, And mortal alarms. The douhle douhle douhle heat Of the thundering drum Cries, hark ! the foes come ; Charge, Charge, 't is... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 страници
...hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With...drum Cries ' Hark ! the foes come ; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat !' The woes of homeless lovers, Whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute.... | |
 | James Fleming - 1863 - 404 страници
...spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? The trumpet's loud clangour' Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger, And...drum Cries, " Hark ! the foes come ; Charge, charge ! 'tis too late to retreat" The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless... | |
 | James Fleming - 1866 - 382 страници
...spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell '? The trumpet's loud clangour Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger, And...drum Cries, " Hark ! the foes come ; Charge, charge ! 'tis too late to retreat." The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1866 - 574 страници
...cannot Music raise and quell ? The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, Wan shrill notes of anger The double double double beat Of the thundering drum Cries, " Hark ! the foes come ; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat !" The soft complaining fluie In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless... | |
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Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly, and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell? 
