 tis said, when all were fired, Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatch'd her instruments of sound, And, as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art, Each, for Madness ruled the hour, Would prove...  The Poetical Works of Collins, Gray, and Beattie: With Lord Byron's English ... - Page 35by William Collins, Thomas Gray, James Beattie, George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1824 - 446 pagesFull view - About this book
 | British poets - English poetry - 1809 - 526 pages
...sound ; And, as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art, Each, for Madness rul'd the hour, Would prove his own expressive power. First...to try, Amid the chords bewilder'd laid, And back recoiPd, he knew not why, E'en at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire,... | |
 | English poetry - English poetry - 1809 - 302 pages
...her forceful art, Each (for Madness rul'd the hour) Would prove .his own expressive power. VOL. T. B First Fear his hand, its skill to try, Amid the chords...bewilder'd laid, And back recoil'd, he knew not why, Ev'n at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rush'd ; his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret... | |
 | Thomas Zouch - 1809 - 414 pages
...thus from himself lie fled, Deeming strange evil in that he did not knovr. First Fear his hand, his skill to try, Amid the chords bewilder'd laid, And back recoil'd, he knew not why, Even at the sound himself had made. ' • CoUiHt. Butler in the following lines is supposed to allude... | |
 | Philadelphia (Pa.) - 1809 - 570 pages
...a low and forcible tone. Collins in his Ode on the Passions has given a fine description of anger. Next anger rush'd, his eyes on fire In light'nings own'd his secret stings; In one rude crash he struck the lyre. And swept with hurried hands the itnngs.—Ode m Patiimt. Fear and terror.... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges, Joseph Haslewood - English literature - 1810 - 618 pages
...this probably in his mind, when he wrote the following noble stanza in the Ode to the Passions. " Next FEAR his hand its skill to try Amid the chords bewilder'd...knew not why, E'en at the sound himself had made." 35. And And next, within the entry of this Jakej Sat fell REVENGE, gnashing her teeth for ire, Devising... | |
 | John Sabine - Elocution - 1810 - 308 pages
...his hand, its skill to try, Amid the chords bewildered laid, And back recoil'd, he knew not why, Ev'n at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rush'd,...fire, In light'nings own'd his secret stings, In one rude clash he struck the lyre, And swept with huwied hand the strings. With woeful measures wan Despair,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - English poetry - 1810 - 558 pages
...sound, And, ns they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art, hach, for madness rul'd the hour, , Would prove his own expressive power. First Fear his hand, its skill to try, Amid the churds hewilder'd laid, And hack recuil'd, he knew not why, E'en at the sound himself had made. Next... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - English poetry - 1810 - 554 pages
...try, Amid the chords bewildcr'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 lyre, And swept with hurried hand the striugs. With woful measures wan Despair... | |
 | Samuel Egerton Brydges, Joseph Haslewood - English literature - 1810 - 648 pages
...following noble stanza in the Ode to the Passion:. " Next FEAR his hand its skill to try Amid ti'e chords bewilder'd laid, And back recoil'd, he knew not why, E'en at the sound himself had made." »5. And And next, within the entry of this lake, Sat fell REVENUE, gnashing her teeth for ire, Devising... | |
 | William Collins - 1811 - 162 pages
...sound ; And, as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art, Each (for Madness rul'd the hour) Would prove his own expressive power. First...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... | |
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