| Andrew Lang - 1891 - 816 str.
...Prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. ' Hark, how each giant-oak and desert cave Sigh's to the torrent's aweful voice beneath ! O'er thee,...! 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, John Bradshaw - 1891 - 404 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... | |
| Thomas Gray - 1891 - 200 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... | |
| Andrew Lang - 1892 - 328 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... | |
| James Baldwin - 1892 - 316 str.
...deep sorrows of his lyre.10 " 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 n harp, or... | |
| William Lyon Phelps - 1893 - 216 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 breath ; Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft... | |
| William Lyon Phelps - 1893 - 232 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 breath ; Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft... | |
| William Lyon Phelps - 1893 - 208 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 breath ; Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft... | |
| David Hoekzema - 1893 - 368 str.
...deep sorrows of his lyre. "Hark, how each giant-nak, 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 higb-born Hoel's harp, or soft... | |
| Thomas Gray - 1894 - 250 str.
...Paris. 6 Shone, like a meteor, streaming to the wind. ' 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... | |
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