 | William Collins - Fore-edge paintings - 1802 - 198 pages
...not why, Even at the sound 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,... | |
 | William Collins - Fore-edge paintings - 1802 - 206 pages
...not why, Even at the sound 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 Despair — Low sullen sounds his grief bcguil'd, A sullen, strange, and mingled... | |
 | E. Tomkins - 1804 - 416 pages
...why, E'en at the sound himself 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...hurried hand the strings. With woeful measures wan DESPAIK — Low sullen sounds his grief heguil'd ; But thon, O HOPE! with eyes so fair, What was thy... | |
 | William Collins - English poetry - 1804 - 168 pages
...expressive power. Tirst 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. Next Anger rush'd : his eyes on fire, In lightnings, own'd his secret stings : In one rude clash he struck the... | |
 | William Collins - 1804 - 166 pages
...power, 70 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. Next Anger rush'd : his eyes on fire, In lightnings, own'd his secret stings : In one rude clash he struck the... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - English literature - 1805 - 238 pages
...expressive pow'r. 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. Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret stings ; In rude clash he struck the lyre,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 pages
...himself had 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...measures wan Despair Low, sullen sounds his grief beguil'd ; A solemn, strange, and mingled air ; •Tw« .sad by fits, by starts 'twas wil<tBut thou,... | |
 | English poetry - 1806 - 408 pages
...not why, Ev'n at the sound 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 hurry 'd hand the strings; With woeful measures wan Despair— Low sullen sounds his grief beguil'd... | |
 | E Tomkins - 1806 - 280 pages
...pow'r. First, FEAR his hand, its skill to try, Amid the chords bewilder'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; In one rude clash he struck the lyre,... | |
 | 1806 - 184 pages
...expressive power. First Fear, his hand its skill to try, Amid the chords hewilder'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, In one rude clash he struck the lyre,... | |
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And as they oft had heard apart, Sweet lessons of her forceful art. Each (for Madness ruled the hour) Would prove his own expressive power. First Fear his hand, its skill to try, Amid the chords bewildered laid, And back recoiled, he knew not why, E'en... 
