 | William Collins - 1802 - Страниц: 206
...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 - Страниц: 198
...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 - Страниц: 168
...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 - Страниц: 166
...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 - Страниц: 416
...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 - Страниц: 238
...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 - Страниц: 184
...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 - Страниц: 248
...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 - Страниц: 524
...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 - Страниц: 302
...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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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. 
