 | Epes Sargent - 1867 - 540 lehte
...hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot music raise and quell? 4. The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With...drum, Cries, " Hark ! the foes come ; Charge, charge ! 'tis too late to retreat." 6. The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hapless... | |
 | John Dryden - 1867 - 556 lehte
...hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell I xn. The trumpet's loud clangor * Excites us to arms, With...double double beat Of the thundering drum " Cries, hark I the foes come ; Charge, charge, 'tis too lato to retreat. The soft complaining flute In dying notes... | |
 | John Dudley Philbrick - 1868 - 636 lehte
...hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With...discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, Whose dirge is whispered by the warbling lute. Sharp violins proclaim Their jealous pangs and desperation, Fury, frantic... | |
 | Class-book - 1869 - 344 lehte
...hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly, and so well. What passion cannot Muaic raise and quell ? 3. The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With...drum Cries : Hark ! the foes come ; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat. 4. The soft complaining flute In dying notes, discovers The woes of hopeless... | |
 | John Dryden - 1869 - 576 lehte
...hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What' passion cannot Music raise and quell ? The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With...beat Of the thundering drum Cries, hark ! the foes some ; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat. The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers... | |
 | John Dryden - 1869 - 570 lehte
...double double double beat Of the thundering drum Cries, hark ! the foes come ; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat. The soft complaining flute In...discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, • Whose dirge ia whisper'd by the warbling lute. r Sharp violins proclaim Their jealous pangs, and desperation, Fury,... | |
 | English poems - 1870 - 722 lehte
...hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With...drum Cries " Hark ! the foes come : Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat!' The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless... | |
 | Francis Jacox - 1871 - 356 lehte
...no disgust is felt by the general ear. t Dryden is not careful to favour any such superstition : ' ' The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With...double double double beat Of the thundering drum," etc. we have seen him fain to keep asunder: "Sneereth* the trumpet, and stampeth the drum." In his... | |
 | John Dryden - 1897 - 764 lehte
...trie TIiunder"ing drum ^ 30 CrteSj hark I th^ fifes mine ; Charge, cHarge, 'tis ftk>Tate to retreat. 4 The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, 35 Whose dirge is whispered by the warbling lute. 5 Sharp violins proclaim Their jealous pangs and... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 lehte
...the'hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? it with tears, I 've embalmed it with sighs. 'T is bound by a thous auger, And mortal alarms, The double double double beat Of the thundering drum Cries, hark ! the foes... | |
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Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly, and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell? 
