...hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep forrows of his lyre. " Hark, how each giant-oak, and defert cave, " Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath...O'er thee, oh King ! their hundred arms they wave, •" Revenge on thee in hoarfer murmurs breathe; " Vocal no more, fince Cambria's fatal day, " To high-bosn...

...prophet's fire, Struck the deep forrows of his lyre. ' Hark, how each giant-oak, and defert-cavfe, f Sigh to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! * O'er thee, oh King ! their hundred arms they wave, c Revenge on thee in hoarfer murmurs breathe; 1 Vocal no more, fince Cambria's fatal day, * To high-born...

...fire, Struck the deep forrows of his lyre. ' Hark, ' Hark, how each giant-oak, and defert-cave, ' Sigh to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! ' O'er thee, oh King! their hundred arms ' they wave, ' Revengeon thee in hoarfer murmurs breathe; ' Vocal no more, fince Cambria's fatal day, ' To high-born...

...hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep forrows of his lyre. •• Hark how each Giant Oak and defert cave " Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath!'...O'er thee. oh King ! their hundred arms they wave, 25 •' Revenge on thee in hoarfer murmurs breathe, le panache haurain da premier Edouard, au moment,...

...nearer to his meaning than the picture of Raphael. D And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's firer Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. " Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert-cave, " Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! " O'er thee, oh King ! their hundred arms...

...a meteor, to the troubled air. Shone, like a meteor, streaming to the wind. Milton's Paradise Lost. And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck...sorrows of his lyre. " Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert-cave, " Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath! " O'er thee, oh King! their hundred arms...

...the sable garb of wo, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air) And with a master's...prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre." It is sufficient to say, that West has done full justice to so noble a subject, and has been animated...

...the sable garb.of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air) And with a master's...prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. Let the living muses speak for themselves; I have all the warmth of a friend, but not the presumption...

...tlie sable garb of Woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hairj Streara'd like a meteor to the troubled air§.) And with a master's hand and prophet's tke Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. * Hark how each giant oak and desert cave ' Sighs to the torrent's...

...Marchers, whose lands lay on the borders of Wales, and probably accompanied the King in this expedition. And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck...O'er thee, oh King ! their hundred arms they wave, ' Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe; ' Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, ' To high-born...