 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1843 - 320 pàgines
...himself had made. Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret stings, W;th one rude clash he struck the lyre, And swept with hurried hand the string*. With woful measures, wan Despair — Low sullen sounds his grief bcguil'd : A solemn, strange,... | |
 | John Epy Lovell - 1844 - 900 pàgines
...why, E'en at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rushed — his eyes, on fire, In lightnings owned his secret stings ; In one rude clash he struck the...measures, wan Despair — Low sullen sounds his grief beguiled ; A solemn, strange, and mingled air ; 'Twas sad, by fits — by starts, 'twas wild. But thou,... | |
 | William Collins - 1844 - 324 pàgines
...hewiKler'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;...he struck the lyre, And swept with hurried hand the string*. With woeful measures wan Despair — Low solemn sounds his grief beguiled, A sullen, strauge,... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1844 - 318 pàgines
...himself had made. Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his s.ecret stings, With one rude clash he struck the lyre, And swept with...measures, wan Despair — Low, sullen sounds his grief beguiPd : A solemn, strange, and mingled air : 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. But them, O... | |
 | William Collins - 1844 - 328 pàgines
...hewjlder'd laid, And hack recoil'd, he knew not why, E'en at lhe sound himself had made. Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret stings;...clash he struck the lyre, And swept with hurried hand ths stringy With woeful measures *an Despair — Low solemn sound* his grief heguiled, A sullen, strange,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 pàgines
...not why, Even at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rushed, his eyes on fire In lightnings owned iew» and wonders that they please no I Low sullen sounds his grief beguiled ; Л solemn, strange, and mingled air ; Twae sad by fits, by... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 pàgines
...not why, Even at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rushed, his eyes on fire In lightnings owned i.-t, the swain string?. With woful measures wan Despair, Low sullen »ouiids his grief beguiled ; A solemn, strange,... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1845 - 492 pàgines
...himself had made. Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret stings, With one rude clash he struck the lyre, And swept with...measures, wan Despair — Low, sullen sounds his grief beguil'd : A solemn, strange, and mingled air : 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. But thou,... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 494 pàgines
...had made. Next, Anger rushed ; his eyes, on fire, In lightnings owned his secret stings ; — With one rude clash he struck the lyre, And swept with...measures, wan Despair — Low, sullen sounds his grief beguiled ; A solemn, strange, and mingled air : 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. But thou,... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 330 pàgines
...bewilder'd bid ; 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...clash he struck the lyre, And swept, with hurried hands, the strings. With woful measures, wan Despair- Low, sullen sounds! his grief beguiled ; A solemn,... | |
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Madness ruled the hour) Would prove his own expressive power. First Fear his hand, its skill to try, Amid the chords bewilder'd laid, And back recoil'd, he knew not why, E'en at the sound himself had made. 
