 | 1794 - 954 páginas
...Each, for madnefs rul'd the hour, Would prove his own expreffive power. Firit Fear his hand, its (kill to try. Amid the chords bewilder'd laid. And back recoil'd, he knew not why, Ev'n at the found himfelf had made. Next Anger rulh'd, his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his fecret... | |
 | Robert Anderson - 1795 - 972 páginas
...Each, for madnefsrul'd the hour, Would prove his own exprefEve power. Firft Fear his hand, its (kill to try, Amid the chords bewilder'd laid. And back recoil'd, he knew not why, Ev'n at the found himfelf had made. Next Anger rufh'd, his eyes on 6re, In lightnings own'd his fecret... | |
 | 1796 - 220 páginas
...Each, for madncfs rulM the hour, Would prove his own exprefiive [:ower. Firft Fear his hand, its fkill to try Amid the chords bewilder'd laid, And back recoil'd, he knew not why, Ev'n at the found himfelf had made. Next Anger rufh'd, his eyes on fire, • In light'ningi own'd his... | |
 | Thomas Sheridan - 1796 - 292 páginas
...in a foft tender manner. After " Each" paufe as we often recommend. Firft Fearjits hand, his fkill to try, Amid the chords bewilder'd laid, And back recoil'd, he knew not why, )i( E'en at the found himfelf had made. You muft in this verfe, and in all thofe that follow in which... | |
 | William Collins - 1797 - 198 páginas
...Madnefs rul'd the hour, Would prove his own expreflive power. » Firft Fear his hand, its fkill to tiy, Amid the chords bewilder'd laid, And back recoil'd, he knew not why, Even at the found himfelf had made. Next Anger rufh'd, his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his fecret... | |
 | William Collins - 1802 - 198 páginas
...lessons of her forceful art, Each, for Madness rul'd the hour, Would prove his own expressive power. First Fear, his hand its skill to try, Amid the chords bewilder'd laid, And back rccoil'd, he knew not why, Even at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire,... | |
 | Catherine Cuthbertson - 1803 - 352 páginas
...chords; and then, whenlhey .reached.her ears, looked fearfully .around, alarmed at her own temerity. " First Fear, his hand, its skill to try, Amid the chords bewilder'd laid ; And, baik recoil'd, he knew not why, 'E'en at the sound himself had made*." Again Victoria ventured to .touch... | |
 | E. Tomkins - 1804 - 416 páginas
...hcwilder'd laid ; And hack recoil'd, he knew not why, E'en at the sound himself h«d nude. Next, Aitomn rush'd, his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his...lyre, And swept with hurried hand the strings. With woeful measures wan DESPAIK — Low sullen sounds his grief heguil'd ; But thon, O HOPE! with eyes... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1805 - 238 páginas
...lessons of her forceful art, Each, for Madness rul'd the hour, Would prove his own expressive pow'r. First Fear, his hand its skill to try, Amid the chords...on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret stings ; In rude clash he struck the lyre, And swept with hurried hand the strings. With woeful measures wan Despaii... | |
 | Chaplet - 1805 - 238 páginas
...his hand, its skill to try, Amid the chords hewilder'd lay, And hack recoil'd, he knew not why, Ev'n at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire. In lightnings own'd hi.- secret stings, la one rude clash he struck the lyre, And swept with hurried ' aud the strings,... | |
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tis said, when all were fired, Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatch'd her instruments of sound,' And, as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art, Each (for madness ruled the hour) Would prove... 
