 | 1837 - 596 strani
...looked down into the dark abyss, yawning like futurity, I thought of that finest couplet of Gray — " Hark ! how each giant oak and desert cave Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath !" And yet, it answered not here. I weighed the very sound, so intently fixed were my senses on the... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith, Sir James Prior - 1837 - 538 strani
...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, O King I their hundred arms they wave, Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more,... | |
 | 1840 - 652 strani
...eyes the poet stood ; Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd like a meteor through the troubled air, And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. Hark ! how the giant oaks and desert caves Sigh to the torrent's awful voice beneath. O'er thee, O king, their... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1841 - 844 strani
...the conquest of that country, ordered all the Bards that fell into his hands to be put to death*. — GRAY.] And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire,...to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! O'er thee, O King ! their hundred arms they wave, Kevengo on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1841 - 292 strani
...and probably accompanied the king in this expedition. Ver. 19. Loose hit beard and hoary hair] The 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, oh King ! their... | |
 | Edward Parry - 1843 - 244 strani
...haggard eyes the poet stood. Loose his board and hoary hair Streamed like a meteor to the troubled air, And with a master's hand and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre!" Passing by the Abbey, the occasional seat of Ld.Newborougli, and Bodnod, the seat of W. Hanmer, Esq.,... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 108 strani
...eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air,) And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck...O'er thee, oh king ! their hundred arms they wave, Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, To high-born... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 strani
...hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air) ; And with a master's hand, and prophet's tire, war! fallen my pride among women! When the storms...sounding xhore, and look on the fatal rock. Often by the Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, To high-born... | |
 | William Collins - 1844 - 324 strani
...Lortle-Mtrckert, w-ho*e lands lay on the border• of Wales, and probably accompanicd the k\ag lo iM* expedition* And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck...and desert cave, Sighs to the torrent's awful voice heneath ! O'er thee, oh king ! their hundred arms they wave, Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs hreathe... | |
 | William Collins - 1844 - 328 strani
...both were /.or.U-,WarrA* . <IOs^ landa lay on tl« horder* thx aiug in lliia r And with a mauler's hand , and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows...and desert cave, Sighs to the torrent's awful voice heneath ! O'er thee, oh king ! their hundred arms they ware, Revenge on thee in hoarser mormurs hreathe... | |
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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 Streamed like a meteor to the troubled air), And with a master's hand, and prophet's... 
