 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
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 528 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... | |
 | Henry Cabot Lodge - 1880 - 408 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 I " The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1124 страници
...spoke so sweetly and so well. That passion cannot Music raise and quell ? The trumpet's loud clangor ong, long sigh, and wept ; liarge, charge, Ч is too late to retreat ! The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 524 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... | |
 | John Broadbent - 1973 - 364 страници
...hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot music raise and quell! The trumpet's loud clangour Excites us to arms With...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... | |
 | Birmingham central literary assoc - 1881 - 468 страници
...the different classes of musical instruments is finely distinguished — " The trumpets' loud clamour Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger, And...drum, Cries, hark ! the foes come ; Charge, charge I 'tis too late to retreat. The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless... | |
 | Ivan Fónagy - 1982 - 132 страници
...ripetizione dei monosillabi determina dissonanza a causa dell'inciampo prodotto dalle sillabe accentuate The double double double beat Of the thundering drum...foes come; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat! (John Dryden, A song for St. Cecilia's day) [II doppio doppio doppio battere Del tamburo tuonante Grida... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 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 30 Cries "Hark, the foes come; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat!" The soft complaining flute... | |
 | Derek Attridge - 1995 - 300 страници
...we enjoy for its cleverness than as a moment of realistic engagement with the physical world: (11) The trumpet's loud clangour Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger, And mortal alarms . 4 The double double double beat Of the thundering drum Cries: "Hark! the foes come; Charge, charge,... | |
 | John Dryden - 2003 - 1024 страници
...hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot music raise the quell? Ill The trumpet's loud clangour Excites us to arms, With...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... | |
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