 | Merritt Caldwell - Elocution - 1846 - 390 pages
...and wine at once oppressed, Drowsiness. The vanquished victor — sunk upon her breast ! Energy. 8. Now strike the golden lyre again ! A louder yet, and...asunder, And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder ! Eagerness. Hark ! hark ! — the horrid sound Has raised up his head, As awaked from the dead : And,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - Authors, English - 1847 - 712 pages
...again. At length, with love and wine at once opprese'd, The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast. m Lebanon he stores the land ; And makes the hollow Hark ! hark ! the horrid sound Has rais'd up his head, As awak'd from the dead, And, aniaz'd, he stares... | |
 | Robert Chambers - English literature - 1847 - 712 pages
...at once oppress'd, The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast. Now strike the golden lyre again ; _ l À ! Hark ! hark ! the horrid sound Has rais'd up his head, As awak'd from the dead, And, amaz'd, he stares... | |
 | David Bates Tower - 1853 - 444 pages
...triumphant exultation, and violent passion, as may be perceived in the following extracts : — 123. "Now strike the golden lyre again; A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break hi* bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him lika a rattling peal oi thunder' 124. " If they rule, it... | |
 | John Dryden - English literature - 2003 - 1024 pages
...again; tao At length, wnh love and wine at once opprened, The vanquished victor sunk upon her breast. VI Now strike the golden lyre again; A louder yet, and...asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark! the horrid sound Has raised up his head; As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares... | |
 | Andrew Michael Chugg - History - 2007 - 325 pages
...and still destroying: If the world be worth thy winning, Think, 0 think it worth enjoying. . . Noif strike the golden lyre again; A louder yet, and yet...asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder Hark, hark! the horrid sound Has raised up his head; As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares... | |
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Now strike the golden lyre again! A louder yet, and yet a louder strain, Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark! the horrid sound Has raised up his head! As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares... 
