 | William Collins - 1802 - 198 str.
...And back rccoil'd, he knew not why, Even at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret stings, In...lyre, And swept with hurried hand the strings. With woful measures wan DespairLow sullen sounds his grjcf beguil'd, A sullen, strange, and mingled air,... | |
 | William Collins - 1802 - 206 str.
...And back recoil'd, he knew not why, Even at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret stings, In...lyre, And swept with, hurried hand the strings. With woful measures wan Despair — Low sullen sounds his grief bcguil'd, A sullen, strange, and mingled... | |
 | 1802 - 448 str.
...first suggesters of the idea, are far beneath it. Despair "; known by the tones of his instrument. " Low sullen sounds his grief beguil'd, A solemn, strange...mingled air, 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild." The picture of Hope is most enchanting and insinuating | as the firm and only friend of the oppressed,... | |
 | E. Tomkins - 1804 - 416 str.
...hack recoil'd, he knew not why, E'en at the sound himself h«d nude. Next, Aitomn rush'd, his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret stings; In...hurried hand the strings. With woeful measures wan DESPAIK — Low sullen sounds his grief heguil'd ; But thon, O HOPE! with eyes so fair, What was thy... | |
 | William Collins - 1804 - 166 str.
...And back recoil'd he knew not why, E'en at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rush'd : his eyes on fire, In lightnings, own'd his secret stings :...lyre, And swept with hurried hand the strings. With woful measures wan Despair Low, sullen sounds his grief beguil'd ; A solemn, strange, and mingled air... | |
 | William Collins - 1804 - 168 str.
...And back recoil'd he knew not why, E'en at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rush'd : his eyes on fire, In lightnings, own'd his secret stings :...lyre, And swept with hurried hand the strings. With woful measures wan Despair Low, sullen sounds his grief beguil'd; A solemn, strange, and mingled air;... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1805 - 238 str.
...sound himself had made. Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret stings ; In rude clash he struck the lyre, And swept with hurried hand the strings. With woeful measures wan Despaii — L.OW sullen sounds his grief beguil'd ; A solemn, strange, and mingled air ! 'Twas sad... | |
 | 1806 - 184 str.
...And hack recoil'd, he knew not why. E'en at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret stings, In...measures, wan Despair, Low sullen sounds, his grief heguil'd ; A solemn, strange, and mingled air, Twas sad hy fits, by starts 'twas wild. But thou, O... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 str.
...himself had made. ' Next Anger rush'd : his eyes on fire, In lightnings, own'd his secret stings : Jn one rude clash he struck the- lyre, And swept with...grief beguil'd ; A solemn, strange, and mingled air ; •Tw« .sad by fits, by starts 'twas wil<tBut thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair. What was thy delighted... | |
 | E Tomkins - 1806 - 280 str.
...And hack recoil'd, he knew not why, E'en at the sound himself had made. Next, ANGER rush'd, his eyes, on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret stings; In one rude clash he struck the lyre, And swept with hurriec) hand the strings. With woeful measures wan DESPAIR— Low sullen sounds his grief beguil'd;... | |
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A solemn, strange, and mingled air 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure... 
