 | George Lewis Smyth - 1826 - 556 страници
...hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? in. The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With...drum Cries, hark ! the foes come ; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat. IV. The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless... | |
 | Thomas Curtis - 1829 - 822 страници
...to the Dorian mood Of flutes and »oft recorder». Milton's Parodist Lns. The soft complaining ßutt In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, Whose dirge is whispered by the warbling lute. Dryden. FLUTE, in music, is the simplest of all musical instruments... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 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 soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless... | |
 | John Dryden - 1832 - 342 страници
...sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? 1n. The trumpet's loud clangor ss Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger, And...The double double double beat Of the thundering drum so Cries, hark ! the foes come ; Charge, Charge, 'tis too late to retreat. IV. The soft complaining... | |
 | James Strange French, Timothy Flint - 1836 - 272 страници
...impended might pass away, and peace and happiness crown the evening hours of Oloompa. CHAPTER XXIII. " The double double double beat Of the thundering drum...: Charge, charge ! — 't is too late to retreat." DRYDEN. THE spot where Oloompa left Rolfe and his party, and which they still occupied, was a small... | |
 | John Dryden - 1837 - 482 страници
...ni. The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us t<i arms, With shrill notes of anger, And mortal ularms. The double double double beat Of the thundering drum...dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, Whoso dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lu'.c. T. Sharp violins proclaim* Their jealous pangs, and... | |
 | John Dryden - 1837 - 478 страници
...less, With here and there a pawn. A SONG FOR ST. CEClLlA'S DAY, 1637. The soft complaining flute ln dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, Whose dirge is whisper'd hy the warhling hite. v. Sharp violins proclaim* Their jealous pangs, and desperation, Fury, frantic... | |
 | 536 страници
...hollow ofthat shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot MUSIC raise f nd quell ? The TRUMPET'S loud clangor Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger And mortal alarms. The soft complaining FLUTE •In dying notes discovers • " • * The wofes of hopeless lovers, Whose... | |
 | David Lester Richardson - 1840 - 352 страници
...however, is a repetition of some lines in the first of the author's two Odes for St. Cecilia's Day. The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With...thundering drum Cries hark ! the foes come; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat. These noisy lines are perhaps not in the best taste, and remind me of Pope's... | |
 | David Lester Richardson - 1840 - 714 страници
...however, is a repetition of some lines in the first of the author's two Odes for St. Cecilia's Day. The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With...drum Cries hark ! the foes come ; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat. These noisy lines are perhaps not in the best taste, and remind me of Pope's... | |
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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? 
