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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 ? The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger And mortal alarms. "
The science of beauty - Страница 180
по Avary W. Holmes-Forbes - 1881 - 200 страници
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The monuments and genii of st. Paul's cathedral and of Westminster abbey, Том 1

George Lewis Smyth - 1826
...so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? in. The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger And...foes come ; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat. IV. The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, Whose dirge is...

The London encyclopaedia, or, Universal dictionary of science, art ..., Том 1

Thomas Curtis (of Grove house sch, Islington)
...Crowds of rivals, for thy mother's charms. Thy palace fill with insults and alarm*. Pope'i Odyaey. The trumpet's loud clangour, Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger, And mortal filarms. Dryden. Taught by this stroke, renounce the war's alarm*, And learn to tremble, at the name...

The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 882 страници
...spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger, And...charge, 'tis too late to retreat." The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, Whose dirge is whispered by the warbling...

The Poetical Works of John Dryden, Том 3

John Dryden - 1832
...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...

Elkswatawa: Or, The Prophet of the West. A Tale of the Frontier ...

James Strange French, Timothy Flint - 1836
...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 Cries, hark ! the foes come : Charge, charge ! — 't is too late to retreat." DRYDEN. THE spot where Oloompa left Rolfe and his party, and which...

The Works of John Dryden: In Verse and Prose, with a Life, Том 1

John Dryden - 1837
...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 Cries, hark ! the foes come ; Charge, Charge, 't is too late to retreat. The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless...

The Malta penny magazine

...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...

Literary Leaves, Том 1

David Lester Richardson - 1840
...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 shrill notes of anger And...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 description of Sir Richard...

Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Том 1

David Lester Richardson - 1840
...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 shrill notes of anger And...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 description of Sir Richard...

Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Том 1

David Lester Richardson - 1840
...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 shrill notes of anger And...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 description of Sir Richard...




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