 | George Lewis Smyth - 1826 - 1042 str.
...hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? in. The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With...foes come; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat. IV. The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, Whose dirge is... | |
 | George Lewis Smyth - 1826 - 556 str.
...hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? in. The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With...foes come ; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat. IV. The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, Whose dirge is... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 str.
...hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With...foes come; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat." The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, Whose dirge is whispered... | |
 | John Dryden - 1832 - 342 str.
...sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? 1n. The trumpet's loud clangor ss Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger, And...The double double double beat Of the thundering drum so Cries, hark ! the foes come ; Charge, Charge, 'tis too late to retreat. IV. The soft complaining... | |
 | James Strange French, Timothy Flint - 1836 - 272 str.
...impended might pass away, and peace and happiness crown the evening hours of Oloompa. CHAPTER XXIII. " The double double double beat Of the thundering drum Cries, hark ! the foes come : Charge, charge ! — 't is too late to retreat." DRYDEN. THE spot where Oloompa left Rolfe and his party, and which... | |
 | John Dryden - 1837 - 482 str.
...ni. The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us t<i arms, With shrill notes of anger, And mortal ularms. The double double double beat Of the thundering drum Cries, hark ! the foes come ; Charge, Charge, 't is too late to retreat. The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless... | |
 | 536 str.
...hollow ofthat shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot MUSIC raise f nd quell ? The TRUMPET'S loud clangor Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger And mortal alarms. The soft complaining FLUTE •In dying notes discovers • " • * The wofes of hopeless lovers, Whose... | |
 | David Lester Richardson - 1840 - 352 str.
...like a rattling peal of thunder ! Hark, hark, the horrid sound Has raised up his head, As awukedj'rom his dead, And amazed he stares around! Dryden seems...me of Pope's description of Sir Richard Blackmore : In Bonnell Thornton's burlesque Ode on St. Cecilia's Day, there is the following amusing specimen... | |
 | General reciter - 1845 - 348 str.
...hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With...foes come; Charge ! charge! 'tis too late to retreat. The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, Whose dirge is whisper'd... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 494 str.
...hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot music raise and quell 1 The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With...come ! Charge, charge! 'tis too late to retreat." The soft, complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, Whose dirge is whispered... | |
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Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell! 
