 | William Collins - 1802 - 198 pàgines
...chords bewilder'd laid, And back rccoil'd, he knew not why, Even at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret stings, In one rude clash he struck the lyre, And swept with hurried hand the strings. With woful measures... | |
 | William Collins - 1802 - 206 pàgines
...chords bcwilder'd laid, And back recoil'd, he knew not why, Even at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret stings, In one rude clash he struck the lyre, And swept with, hurried hand the strings. With woful measures... | |
 | William Collins - 1804 - 166 pàgines
...chords bewilder'd laid, And back recoil'd he knew not why, E'en at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rush'd : his eyes on fire, In lightnings, own'd his secret stings : In one rude clash he struck the lyre, And swept with hurried hand the strings. With woful measures... | |
 | William Collins - 1804 - 168 pàgines
...chords bewilder'd laid, And back recoil'd he knew not why, E'en at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rush'd : his eyes on fire, In lightnings, own'd his secret stings : In one rude clash he struck the lyre, And swept with hurried hand the strings. With woful measures... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1805 - 238 pàgines
...chords bewilder'd laid, And back recoil'd, he knew not why, E'en at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret stings ; In rude clash he struck the lyre, And swept with hurried hand the strings. With woeful measures wan... | |
 | 1806 - 184 pàgines
...chords hewilder'd laid, And hack recoil'd, he knew not why. E'en at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret stings, In one rude clash he struck the lyre, And swept with hurried hand the strings. With woeful measures,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 pàgines
...chords bewilder'd laid, And back recoil'd, he knew, not why, Ev'n at the sound himself had made. ' Next Anger rush'd : his eyes on fire, In lightnings, own'd his secret stings : Jn one rude clash he struck the- lyre, And swept with hurried hand the strings* With woeful measures... | |
 | E Tomkins - 1806 - 280 pàgines
...chords bewilder'd laid; And hack recoil'd, he knew not why, E'en at the sound himself had made. Next, ANGER rush'd, his eyes, on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret stings; In one rude clash he struck the lyre, And swept with hurriec) hand the strings. With woeful measures... | |
 | 1806 - 408 pàgines
...chords bewilder' d laid, And back recoil'd, he knew not why, Ev'n at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire In lightnings own'd his secret stings;' In one rude clash he struck the lyre, And swept with hurry 'd hand the strings; With woeful measures... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 pàgines
...chords bewilder'd laid, And back recoiPd, he knew not why, E'en at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret stings, Jn one rnde clash he struck the lyre, And swept with hurried hand the strings. With woeful measures,... | |
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Next Anger rush'd : his eyes on fire, In lightnings, own'd his secret stings : In one rude clash he struck the lyre, And swept with hurried hand the strings. 
