 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 180по Avary W. Holmes-Forbes - 1881Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | John Wesley Hales - 1872 - 552 страници
...so sweetly, and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell? 3. The trumpets loud clangor 2c, Excites us to arms With shrill notes of anger And...The double double double beat Of the thundering drum -o Cries, heark : the foes come ! Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat ! 4The soft complaining... | |
 | Lewis Baxter Monroe - 1872 - 432 страници
...trumpets ; some are sweet as children's talk ; others rich as a mother's answering back. 2. A DRUM. The double, double, double beat Of the thundering...foes come : Charge, charge! 'tis too late to retreat. 3. WAR AND PEACE. The bra/.en throat of war had ceased to roar, All now was turned to jollity and game.... | |
 | Francis Jacox - 1872 - 348 страници
...general ear. t Dryden is not careful to favour any such superstition : " The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger And...double double double beat Of the thundering drum," etc. we have seen him fain to keep asunder : " Sneereth* the trumpet, and stampeth the drum." In his... | |
 | Lewis Baxter Monroe - 1872 - 418 страници
...trumpets ; some are sweet as children's talk ; others rich as a mother's answering back. 2. A DRUM. The double, double, double beat Of the thundering drum Cries, Hark ! the foes come : Charge, charge ! 't is too late to retreat. 3. WAR AND PEACE. The brazen throat of war had ceased to roar, All now... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1873 - 906 страници
...spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? The trumpet's loud clangor ~4 ~4 dram Cries, hark ! the foes come ; Charge, charge, Ч is too late to retreat. The soft complaining... | |
 | John Dryden - 1874 - 740 страници
...hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? 3 The trumpet's loud clangour Excites us to arms, With...come ; Charge, charge ! 'tis too late to retreat. 4 The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, Whose dirge is whisper'd... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1875 - 356 страници
...sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? The trumpet's loud clangor Kxcites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger And mortal...foes come ; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat 1' The woes of hopeless lovers, Whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute. Sharp violins proclaim... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - 560 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...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... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - 392 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...The double double double beat Of the thundering drum The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, Whose dirge is whispered... | |
 | Samuel Austin Allibone - 1875 - 794 страници
...Then, waving high her torch, the signal made, Which roused the Grecians from their ambuscade. DRYDEN. The trumpet's loud clangour Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger, And mortal alarms. DRYDEN. Thousands there are, in darker fame that dwell, Whose names some nobler poem shall adorn ;... | |
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