 | 1809 - 572 oldal
...rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming llr,:>e , Rob'd in the sable garb of wo, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard,...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 oldal
...— On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Rob'd in the sable garb.of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his...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... | |
 | William Wirt - 1804 - 120 oldal
...picture of his bard : 9s *-58<-fe whose haughty brow frowns o'er old Conway^s foaming flood, rob'd in the sable garb of woe, with haggard eyes the poet...stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air '.) and with a Poet's hand and Prophet's fire. struck the deep sorrow en his lyre. Guess my surprise when, on my arrival... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1807 - 424 oldal
...Gray's enthusiastic bard— On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Rob'd in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet...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... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 302 oldal
...On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of wo, With haggard eyes the Poet stood ; (Loose his beard,...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... | |
 | 1809 - 402 oldal
...the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streaui'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air); And with a master's...Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. ' Hark, how each giant-oak and drsert cave ' Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! ' O'er thee, O king ! their... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 628 oldal
...couch'd his quivering lance. On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old runway's foaming flood, Rob'd in the sable garb of woe, - With haggard eyes the...Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. " Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert cave, S'zhi to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! O'er thee,oh king ! their... | |
 | John Sabine - 1810 - 308 oldal
...believ'd. GRAY'S Odes, ' Bard. On a rock whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Rob'd in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet...prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. GRAY'S Odes. Beauty. In wit, as nature, what affects our hearts, Is not th' exactness of peculiar parts:... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 622 oldal
...couch'd his quivering lance. On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Rob'd in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet...(Loose his beard', and hoary hair Stream'd, like a mr-teor, to the troubled air*) And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows... | |
 | William Bingley - 1814 - 572 oldal
...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. From hence we returned to the road, and proceeded onward over a mountainous, though not either very... | |
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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 Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a master's hand, and prophet's... 
