 | Frederick Saunders - 1880 - 474 str.
...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... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 636 str.
...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... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 642 str.
...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... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1881 - 632 str.
...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... | |
 | Kathleen Knox - 1882 - 156 str.
...air) 20 " Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert cave, Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! 24 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... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1884 - 468 str.
...[Gray. 1768.] * "Shone, like a meteor, streaming to the wind." Milton's Paradise Lost. [Gray. 1768.] 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... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1884 - 452 str.
...[Gray. 1768.] 4 "Shone, like a meteor, streaming to the wind." Milton's Paradise Lost. [Gray. 1768.] 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... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1885 - 164 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 thee, oh King ! their hundred arms they wave, 25 Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breath ; Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, To high-born... | |
 | 1888 - 344 str.
...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,... | |
 | 1890 - 470 str.
...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 harpj, 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... 
