 | William Jones - 1772 - 248 páginas
...kings arc fix'd with deep amaze. The The fword, which arm'd the fnow-white maid before, He now aflumes, and hurls the fpear no more ; Then fprings indignant...fows the verdant lawn, Whilft each pale ftar from heav'n's blue vault retirei, Still Venus gleami, and laft of all expires. He hears, where'er he moves,... | |
 | William Jones - 1804 - 314 páginas
...which arm'd the snow-white maid before, He now assumes, and hurls the spear no more ; Then springs indignant on the dark-rob'd band, And knights and archers feel his deadly hand. Now Now flies the monarch of the sable shield, His legions vanquish'd, o'er the lonely field : * So when... | |
 | 1806 - 382 páginas
...assumes, and hurls the spear no more; Then springs, indignant, on the dark-rob'd band, And Knighls and Archers feel his deadly hand. Now flies the Monarch of the sable -shield, His legions vanquished, o'er the lonely field : So when the morn, by rosy coursers drawn,... | |
 | John Aikin, John Frost - 1838 - 752 páginas
...maid before, He now assumes, and hurls the spear no more ; Then springs indignant on the dark-robed ng storm, A vagrant merchant bent beneath his load ! Yet do such travellers find ssble shield, His legions vanquish'd, o'er the lonely field. So when the morn, by rosy coursers drawn,"... | |
 | John Aikin - 1838 - 750 páginas
...before, He now assumes, and hurls the spear no more; Then springs indignant on the dark-robed hand, And knights and archers feel his deadly hand. Now flies the monarch of the sable shield, His legions vanquish'd, o'er the lonely field. So when the morn, by rosy coursers drawn,*... | |
 | 1841 - 446 páginas
...which arm'd the snow-white Maid before, He now assumes, and hurls the spear no more ; Then springs, indignant, on the dark-rob'd band, And Knights and...feel his deadly hand. Now flies the Monarch of the sable shield, His legions vanquish'd, o'er the lonely field : So when the morn, by rosy coursers drawn,... | |
 | John Aikin - 1852 - 792 páginas
...maid before, He now assumes, and hurls the spear no more ; Then springs indignant on the dnrk-rohcil band, And knights and archers feel his deadly hand. Now flies the monarch of the sable shield, His legions vanqui«h'd, o'er the lonely field. So when the morn, by rosy coursers drawn,*... | |
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Here strain'd with azure, there bedropp'd with gold : Thus on the alter'd Chief both armies gaze, And both the Kings are fix'd with deep amaze. The sword which arm'd the snow-white Maid before, He now assumes, and hurls the spear no more ; Then springs,... 