 | English poetry - 1848 - 468 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...troubled air) And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's tire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre ' Hark, how each giant oak, and desert cave, Sighs to the... | |
 | James Augustus Hessey - 1849 - 216 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...Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. " Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert cave, Sighs to the torrent's aweful voice beneath ! O'er thee, oh king! their... | |
 | Frederick Charles Cook - 1849 - 144 oldal
...eye the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air1,) And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck...desert cave Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; O'er thee, O King ! their hundred arms they •wave,... | |
 | Robert Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - 524 oldal
...Gloucester stood aghast in speechless trance : To arms ! cried Mortimer, and couch'dhis quivering lance. On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's...hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air;) 1 It was a common tradition in Wales, that Edward I. ordered all the Bank to be put to death. On that... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith, Sir James Prior - 1850 - 558 oldal
...the sable garb of Woe, With haggard eyes the Poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair Strearn'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air,) And with a master's...Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. ' Hark how each giant-onk, and desert cave, Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! O'er thee, O King! their hundred... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 oldal
...in the sable garb of wo, With haggard eyes the poet stood (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air) ; And with a master's...prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. 4 Hark, how each giant oak, and desert cave, Sighg to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! O'er thee,... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1851 - 380 oldal
...Mortimer, and couch'd his quiv'ring lance. i. 2. On a rock, whose haughty brow 15 Frowns o'er cold Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of...the poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair the different pavts of the mountain in his time : see Itiu. v. 45. Dyer. Ruins of Rome, p. 137 : ''... | |
 | English history - 1851 - 706 oldal
...(Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd like a meteor to tho troubled air) And with a master's baud and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his...how each giant oak, and desert cave, Sighs to the torreut'a awful voice beneath 1 O'er thee, oh king ! their hundred arms they wave, Revenge on thee... | |
 | William Collins, Thomas Gray - 1852 - 332 oldal
...stood aghast in speechless trance; 'To arms!' cried Mortimer,[| and couch'd his quiv'ring lance. 1.2. On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's...eyes the Poet stood (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air); * This OHe is founded on a tradition current in Wales,... | |
 | George Frederick Graham - 1852 - 570 oldal
...stood aghast in speechless trance: " To arms ! " cried Mortimer, and couched his quivering lance. 1.2. On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's...the poet stood : (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air4) And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck... | |
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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... 
