 | Thomas Gray - 1768 - 200 стор.
...hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep forrows of his lyre. " Hark, how each giant-oak, and defert cave, " Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath...O'er thee, oh King ! their hundred arms they wave, •" Revenge on thee in hoarfer murmurs breathe; " Vocal no more, fince Cambria's fatal day, " To high-bosn... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1778 - 182 стор.
...prophet's fire, Struck the deep forrows of his lyre. ' Hark, how each giant-oak, and defert-cavfe, f Sigh to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! * O'er thee, oh King ! their hundred arms they wave, c Revenge on thee in hoarfer murmurs breathe; 1 Vocal no more, fince Cambria's fatal day, * To high-born... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1786 - 210 стор.
...fire, Struck the deep forrows of his lyre. ' Hark, ' Hark, how each giant-oak, and defert-cave, ' Sigh to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! ' O'er thee, oh King! their hundred arms ' they wave, ' Revengeon thee in hoarfer murmurs breathe; ' Vocal no more, fince Cambria's fatal day, ' To high-born... | |
 | T AGERTON - 1794 - 390 стор.
...forrows of his lyre. • Hark, how each giant-oak, and defert cave, « Sighs to the torrent's aweful voice beneath! « O'er thee, oh King! their hundred arms they wave, 25 ' Revenge on thee in hoarfer murmurs breathe ; , Vocal no more, fmce Cambria's fatal day, • TO high-born Hoel's harp,... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1797 - 188 стор.
...hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep forrows of his lyre. •• Hark how each Giant Oak and defert cave " Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath!'...hundred arms they wave, 25 •' Revenge on thee in hoarfer murmurs breathe, le panache haurain da premier Edouard, au moment, où, dans une marche pénible,... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1798 - 130 стор.
...mafter'* hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep forrows of his lyre. 4 Hark how each giant oak and defert cave • Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath...O'er thee, oh King ! their hundred arms they wave, ' Revenge on thee inhoarfer murmurs breathe; 26 • Vocal no more, fince Cambria's fatal day, ' To... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1799 - 270 стор.
...Prophet's firer Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. " Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert-cave, " Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! " O'er thee, oh King ! their hundred arms they " wave, " Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; " Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, " To high-... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1800 - 302 стор.
...a meteor, to the troubled air. Shone, like a meteor, streaming to the wind. Milton's Paradise Lost. And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. " Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert-cave, " Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath! " O'er thee, oh King! their... | |
 | 1809 - 572 стор.
...eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air) And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre." It is sufficient to say, that West has done full justice to so noble a subject, and has been animated... | |
 | British essayists - 1803 - 300 стор.
...haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air) And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. Let the living muses speak for themselves; I have all the warmth of a friend, but not the presumption... | |
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On a rock whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed like a meteor to the troubled air), And with a master's hand, and prophet's... 
