 | George Lewis Smyth - 1826 - 1042 páginas
...so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? in. The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger And...drum Cries, hark ! the foes come; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat. IV. The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 páginas
...spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger, And...drum Cries, " Hark! the foes come; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat." The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless... | |
 | John Dryden - 1832 - 342 páginas
...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 páginas
...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 páginas
...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 páginas
...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 páginas
...some lines in the first of the author's two Odes for St. Cecilia's Day. The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger And...thundering drum Cries hark ! the foes come; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat. These noisy lines are perhaps not in the best taste, and remind me of Pope's... | |
 | David Lester Richardson - 1840 - 376 páginas
...some lines in the first of the author's two Odes for St. Cecilia's Day. The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger And...drum Cries hark ! the foes come ; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat. These noisy lines are perhaps not in the best taste, and remind me of Pope's... | |
 | David Lester Richardson - 1840 - 354 páginas
...some lines in the first of the author's two Odes for St. Cecilia's Day. The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger And...drum Cries hark ! the foes come ; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat. These noisy lines are perhaps not in the best taste, and remind me of Pope's... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 482 páginas
...spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot music raise and quell ? The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger And...drum Cries, " Hark ! the foes come ! Charge, charge! 'tis too late to retreat." The soft, complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless... | |
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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? 
