 With woful measures, wan Despair — Low sullen sounds his grief beguiled ; A solemn, strange, and mingled air ; Twas sad, by fits — by starts, 'twas wild.  The Harvard Magazine - Էջ 4061856Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
 | William Collins - 1802 - 206 էջ
...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...measures wan Despair — Low sullen sounds his grief bcguil'd, A sullen, strange, and mingled air, 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. But thou, O... | |
 | William Collins - 1802 - 198 էջ
...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 wan DespairLow sullen sounds his grjcf beguil'd, A sullen, strange, and mingled air, ' ,•.; 'Twas sad... | |
 | William Collins - 1804 - 168 էջ
...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...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, O Hope,... | |
 | William Collins - 1804 - 166 էջ
...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...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,... | |
 | E. Tomkins - 1804 - 416 էջ
...h«d nude. Next, Aitomn 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 wan DESPAIK — Low sullen sounds his grief heguil'd ; But thon, O HOPE! with eyes... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1805 - 238 էջ
...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 Despaii — L.OW sullen sounds his grief beguil'd ; A solemn, strange, and mingled... | |
 | 1806 - 184 էջ
...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, wan Despair, Low sullen sounds, his grief heguil'd ; A solemn, strange, and mingled... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 էջ
...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 wan Despair Low, sullen sounds his grief beguil'd ; A solemn, strange, and mingled... | |
 | Cabinet - 1808 - 524 էջ
...himself had made. Next Anger rush'd, his eyas 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 wan Despair — Low sulien sounds his grief beguil'd, A solemn, strange, and mingled... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 302 էջ
...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...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,... | |
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