 A thousand widows' shrieks I hear. Give me another horse, I cry, Lo ! the base Gallic squadrons fly. Whence is this rage ? what spirit, say, To battle hurries me away? Tis Fancy, in her fiery car, Transports me to the thickest war, There whirls me o'er...  Essays, Biographical, Critical, and Historical: Illustrative of the Rambler ... - Страница 119написао/ла Nathan Drake - 1810 - 499 страницаПуни преглед - О овој књизи
 | Thomas Warton - 1753 - 168 страница
...And trembles, left the tottering wall Should on her fleeping infants fall. Now let us louder ftrike the lyre, For my heart glows with martial fire ; I feel, I feel, with fudden heat, My big tumultuous bofom beat ; The trumpet's clangors pierce my ear, A thoufand widows'... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1755 - 360 страница
...And trembles left the tottering wall Should on her fleeping infants fall, Now let us louder ftrike the lyre* For my heart glows with martial fire, I feel, I feel, with fudden heat, My big tumultuous bofom beat; The trumpet's clangors pierce my ear, A thoufand widows'... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1758 - 474 страница
...trembles left the tottering wall Should on her fleeping infants fall, Now Now let us louder ftrike the lyre, For my heart glows with martial fire, I feel, I feel, with fudden heat, My big tumultuous bofom beat ; The trumpet's clangors pierce my ear, A thoufand widows'... | |
 | Thomas Warton - 1759 - 168 страница
...And trembles, left the tottering wall Should on her fleeping infants fall. Now let us louder ftrike -the lyre, For my heart glows with martial fire ; I feel, I feel, with fudden heat, My big tumultuous bofom beat; The trumpet's clangors pierce my ear, A thoufand widows'... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1765 - 412 страница
...And trembles left the tottering wall Should on her fleeping infants fall. Now let us louder ftrike the lyre, For my heart glows with martial fire, I feel, I feel, with fudden heat, My big tumultuous bofom beat j Vol. JIL J The The trumpet's clangors pierte my ear, A... | |
 | 1782 - 388 страница
...And trembles left the tottering wall Should on her fleeping infants fall. Now Now let us louder fbike the lyre, •• *•£. For my heart glows with martial fire, • ,, ^ I feel, I feel, with fudden heat, r C " " * * My big tumultuous bo£pm beat ; • r 1. 'The trumpet's clangors^pierce my... | |
 | William Enfield - 1785 - 460 страница
...And trembles left the tottering wall Should on her fleeping infants fall. Now let us louder ftrike the lyre, For my heart glows with martial fire, I feel, I feel, with Hidden heat, My big tumultuous bofom beat ; The trumpet's clangors pierce mine ear, A thoufand widows'... | |
 | 1790 - 194 страница
...beggar shivering lies, While whistling tempests round her rise, And trembles lest the tottering wall Should on her sleeping infants fall. Now let us louder...widows' shrieks I hear, Give me another horse, I cry, Lo ! the base GALLIC squadrons fly ; Whence is this rage ? — what spirit, say, To battle hurries... | |
 | John Bell - 1790 - 380 страница
...beggar shivering lies, While whistling tempests round her rise, And trembles lest the tottering wall Should on her sleeping infants fall. Now let us louder...feel with sudden heat, My big tumultuous bosom beat; ^_ <f t The trumpet's clangors pierce my ear, A thousand widows' shrieks I hear, Give me another horse,... | |
 | John Bell - 1790 - 192 страница
...tempests round her rise, And trembles lest the tottering wall Should on her sleeping infants fall. My big tumultuous bosom beat; The trumpet's clangors...widows' shrieks I hear, Give me another horse, I cry, Lo ! the base GALLIC squadrons fly ; Whence is this rage ? — what spirit, say, To battle hurries... | |
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