 | David Lester Richardson - 1840
...however, is a repetition of 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...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 - American literature - 1845 - 484 pages
...hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot music raise and quell 1 The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With...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... | |
 | General reciter - 1845
...hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With...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... | |
 | William Draper Swan - American literature - 1845 - 484 pages
...double, double, double beat Of the thundering drum Cries, " Hark ! the foes come ! Charge, charge! 'tis too late to retreat." The soft, complaining flute...discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, Whose dirge is whispered by the warbling lute. Sharp violins proclaim Their jealous pangs, and desperation, Fury,... | |
 | Marlborough coll, mus. soc - 1860
...Solo by J. MASON, ESQ. Pianoforte — it. A, D. SEYMOUR. wu WALKER. The trumpet's loud clangor Invites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger, And mortal...drum, Cries, hark ! the foes come, Charge ! charge ! 'tis too late to retreat. SEOOKTD. C'jje Criiekobb Jtoir to Composed by LOCKE, AD 1672. Solo parts... | |
 | Joseph Guy - 1852
...spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot music raise and quell ? The trumpet's loud clangour Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger And...lovers, Whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute, o 2 Sharp violins proclaim Their jealous pangs, and desperation, Fury, frantic indignation, Depth of... | |
 | John Dryden - 1852
...the thundering drum jo Cries, hark ! the foes come ; Charge, Charge, 'tis too late to retreat. Iv. The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers...« Whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute. v. Sharp violins proclaim Their jealous pangs, and desperation. Fury, frantic indignation, Depth of... | |
 | John Dryden - English poetry - 1853 - 664 pages
...hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What' passion cannot Music raise and quell ? The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With...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 - English poetry - 1854
...beat Of the thundering drum Cries, hark ! the foes come ; Charge, Charge, 'tis too late to retreat. 4 The soft complaining flute, In dying notes, discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, Whose dirge is whispered by the warbling lute. 5 Sharp violins proclaim Their jealous pangs, and desperation, Fury,... | |
 | John Dryden - 1855
...spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? 3 The trumpet's loud clangour Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger, And mortal alarms. The double double double beat 1L °\ Of the thundering drum Cries, hark ! the foes come ; Charge, charge ! 'tis too late to retreat.... | |
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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? 
