 Tho' fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing They mock the air with idle state. Helm, nor hauberk's twisted mail, Nor e'en thy virtues, tyrant, shall avail To save thy secret soul from nightly fears, From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears!  The History of England - Strana 1841854 - 196 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Thomas Gray - 1799 - 270 str.
...e'en thy virtues, Tyrant, shall avail " To save thy secret soul from nightly fears, " From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears!" Such were the sounds that o'er the crested pride (g) Of the first Edward scatter'd wild dismay, As down the steep of Snowdpn's shaggy side (h) He wound... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1800 - 302 str.
...e'en thy virtues. Tyrant, shall avail " To save thy secret soul from nightly fears, " From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears!" Such were the sounds that o'er the crested pride (g) Of the first Edward scatter'd wild dismay, As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side (h) He wound... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1804 - 224 str.
...e'en thy virtues, Tyrant, shall avail " To save thy secret soul from nightly fears, " From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears !" Such were the sounds that o'er the crested pride g Of the first Edward scatter'd wild dismay, As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side h He wound... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 str.
...e'en thy virtues, tyrant! shall avail ' To save thy secret soul from nightly fears; ' From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears!" Such were the sounds that o'er the crested pride { Of the first Edward scattered wild dismay, As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side$ He wound with toilsome march his... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1807 - 728 str.
...interwoven, forming a coat of mail, that sat close to the body, and adapted itself to every motion. [Such were the sounds, that o'er the crested pride...He wound with toilsome marc'h his long array. Stout -f-Glo'ster stood aghast in speechless trance: To arms! cried J Mortimer, and couch'd his quiv'ring... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 302 str.
...ev'n thy virtues, Tyrant, shall avail ' To save thy secret soul from nightly fears, ' From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears !' 'Such were the sounds...with toilsome march his long array. Stout Glo'ster stood aghast in speechless trance : To arms ! cried Mortimer, and couch'd his quivering lance. I. 2.... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 str.
...feel, and know myself a man. ODE. The Bard. Pindaric. I. 1. • T> U1N seiae thee, ruthless King ! Such were the sounds that o'er the; crested pride...with toilsome march his long array : Stout Gloster stood aghast in speechless trance: To arms ! cry'd Mortimer, and couch'd his quiv'ring lance. I. 2.... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1809 - 604 str.
...Nor even thy virtues Tyrant, shall avail To save thy secret soul from nightly fears, From Cambria's may fall, Strike thro', and make a lucid interval ; But Sh - 's genuine night admits no ray; His scatter' d wild dismay, As down ihc steep of Snowdon's shaggy side He wound with toilsome march his... | |
 | 1809 - 402 str.
...thy virtue*, tyrant, shall avail ' To save thy secret soul front nightly i\,n •, ' From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears !' Such were the sounds that o'er the crested pride Of the tirst Edward scatter'd wild dismay, As down tile steep of Saowdon's shaggy side He wound with toilsome... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 622 str.
...were the sounds, that o'er the 3 crested pride Of the first Edward scatter'd wild dismay, Л s (limn the steep of Snowdon's« shaggy side He wound with toilsome march his long »rray. Cecilia's day: for Cowley (who had his merit) yet wanted judgment, style, and harmony, for... | |
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