 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...  The Poetical Works of Thomas Gray - Сторінка 31автори: Thomas Gray - 1853 - 223 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | 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... | |
 | 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!'...O'er thee. oh King ! their hundred arms they wave, 25 •' Revenge on thee in hoarfer murmurs breathe, le panache haurain da premier Edouard, au moment,... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1799 - 270 стор.
...nearer to his meaning than the picture of Raphael. D And with a Master's hand, and 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... | |
 | 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...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... | |
 | 1809 - 572 стор.
...the sable garb of wo, With 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...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.
...the sable garb.of woe, With 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...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... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 стор.
...tlie sable garb of Woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hairj Streara'd like a meteor to the troubled air§.) And with a master's hand and prophet's tke Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. * Hark how each giant oak and desert cave ' Sighs to the torrent's... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1807 - 728 стор.
...Marchers, whose lands lay on the borders of Wales, and probably accompanied the King in this expedition. And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck...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-born... | |
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