...a meteor, to the troubled air. Shone, like a meteor, streaming to the wind. Milton's Paradise Lost. And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, 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,...

...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...

...expedition. (Loose his beard, and hoary hair / Stream'd, like a meteor m, to the troubled air)[13] And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, 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...

...tlie sable garb of Woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hairj Streara'd like a meteor to the troubled air§.) And with a master's hand and prophet's tke Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. * Hark how each giant oak and desert cave ' Sighs to the torrent's...

...of Alexander, 1 contemplate with awful delight Gray's enthusiastic bard — On a rock, whose hanghty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Rob'd...the world as loud in defamation when living ; you arc now paying the debts of your predecessors, and atoning for their injustice ; posterity will in...

...Marchers, whose lands lay on the borders of Wales, and probably accompanied the King in this expedition. And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, 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,...

...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,...Prophet's fire, 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...

...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...prophet's fire, 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,...

...|>oet stood (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Str*an»M, like a meteor, to the troubled air) ; BOOK II. t the billows and the sky. § 3. Edwin and Angdma. A Ballad. Goldsmith ' Tu»jr, g ' Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert cave ' Siglii to the torrent's awful voice beneath! ' O'er thee,...

...foe, By vain prosperity receiv'd, To her they vow their truth, and are again believ'd. GRAY'S Odes, ' Bard. On a rock whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old...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:...