 | John Dryden - 1856 - 568 ページ
...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...hair ! And the sparkles that flash from their eyes I Behold a ghastly band, Each a torch in his hand ! Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain,... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1856 - 312 ページ
...like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark ! hark !— the horrid sound Has rais'd up his head, As awakcn'd from the dead ; And, amazed, he stares around. Revenge,...! Behold a ghastly band, Each a torch in his hand ! fhese are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were sllin, And uubury'd, remain Inglorious on the plain.... | |
 | Benjamin Hall Kennedy - 1856 - 384 ページ
...thunder. Hark, hark, the horrid sound Has rais'd up his head. As awak'd from the dead, And amaz'd, he stares around. Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries,...arise, See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in the air, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes ! Behold a ghastly band, Each a torch in his hand,... | |
 | English poetry - 1857 - 334 ページ
...like a rattling peal of thunder ! Hark ! hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head, As awakend from the dead ; And, amazed, he stares around. Revenge...! Behold a ghastly band, Each a torch in his hand ! 87 These are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain, And, unburied, remain Inglorious on the plain... | |
 | John Dryden - 2003 - 1024 ページ
...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;...awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. 130 Revenge, revenge! Timotheus cries. See the furies arise; See the snakes, that they rear, How they... | |
 | Andrew Michael Chugg - 2007 - 325 ページ
...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;...awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. . . Excerpts from Alexander's feast by John Dryden Sadly, the search for the Soma has acquired a faint... | |
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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... 
