 | David Novitz - 1977 - 182 str.
...used to illustrate the lines Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert-cave, Sigh to the torrent's awful voice beneath! O'er thee, oh King! their hundred arms they wave, Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe; that we can say, with a measure of confidence, that this picture is used to... | |
 | William Blake - 2000 - 132 str.
...rm • A PINDARIC ODE. ' Hark-, how each giant-oak, and defert-cave, • Sigh to the torrent't awful voice beneath ! ' O'er thee, oh King! their hundred...thee in hoarfer murmurs breathe; • Vocal no more, fmcc Cambria's fatal day, ' To high-born Hocl's harp, or foft LleweU ' lyn's lay. I- 3• Cold is Cadwallo's... | |
 | Ian Balfour - 2002 - 372 str.
...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 hundred arms they wave, Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe; 'Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, 'To high-born Hoel's harp or soft... | |
 | 196 str.
...and prophet's fire, 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...! their hundred arms they wave, Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft... | |
 | 320 str.
...Prophet's fire, 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...their hundred arms they wave, 'Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breath; 'Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, 'To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft... | |
 | 1825 - 344 str.
...deep sorrows of his lyre. ' Hark, how each giantoak, and desert cave, Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! 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 Hoel's harp, or soft... | |
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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 aweful voice beneath ! O'er thee, oh King ! their hundred arms they wave,. Revenge on thee in hoarser... 
