| John Dryden - 1760 - 488 psl.
...And thrice he routed all his foes ; and thrice he flew the flain. The mafter faw the madnefs rife; His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes ; And while he heaven and earth defy'd, Chang'd his hand, and check'd his pride. He chofe a mournful mufe Soft pity to infufe : He... | |
| John Dryden - 1760 - 528 psl.
...And thrice he routed all his foes ; and thrice he flew the flain. The mafter faw the madnefs rife ; His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes ; And while he heaven and earth defy'd, Chang'd his hand, and check'd his pride. He chofe a mournful mufe * * Soft pity to infufe :... | |
| John Dryden - 1767 - 388 psl.
...again; And thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice he flew the flain. The mafter faw the madnefs rife; His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; And while he heaven and earth defy'd, Chang'dJijs hand, and check'd his pride. He cjrpfe a mournful mufe * Soft pity to infule :... | |
| John Bell - 1777 - 644 psl.
...louder strain. . .' Break his hands of sleep asunder, And rouze him like a rattling peal of thunder. He sung Darius, great and good ; By too severe a fate, Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, . t Fallen from his high estate, And welt'riug in his blood; Deserted at his utmost need By those his... | |
| Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 344 psl.
...again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he flew the !lain. The mafter faw the madnefs rife, His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes ; And while he Heaven and Earth defy'd, He chafe a mournful Mufe, Soft pity to infufe ; Then thus he chaug'd his fong, and check'd... | |
| English poets - 1790 - 312 psl.
...And thrice he routed all his foes ; and thrice he flew. d* flain. . The mafter faw the madnefs rife ; His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes ; And while he heaven and earth defy'd, Chang'd his hand, and check'd his pride. He chofe a mournful Mufe Soft pity to infufe: ,... | |
| Vicesimus Knox - 1791 - 966 psl.
...And thrice he routed all his foes ; and thrice he flew the (lain. The mafter favv the madncfs rife ; all my glory, While Tories call me Whig, and Whigs a Tory. Satire's my' wea Chang'd his hand, and check'd his pride, He chofe a mournful mule, Soft pity to infufe : He fung Darius... | |
| Samuel Johnson - 1800 - 658 psl.
...o'er ajain ; And thrice he routed all his foes ; and thr the (lain. The mafter faw the madnefs rife ; His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes And while he heaven and earth defy'i Chang'd his hand, andcheck'd his pi He chofe a mournful Mufe Soft pity toinfufe: He fung Darius... | |
| 1801 - 416 psl.
...det'y'H, Chang'd his hand, and check'd his pride, He chose a mournful muse, Soft pity to infuse: JS ij He sung Darius, great and good ; By too severe a fate,...fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate, And welt'ring in his blood ; Deserted at his utmost need By those his forn'.er bounty fed ; On the bare... | |
| John Walker - 1801 - 424 psl.
...with respect to its height, ought to be more elevated on the last than on any of Jhe former. . . ' He chose a mournful muse, Soft pity to infuse ; ....sung Darius, great and good, By too severe a fate, Fall'n, fall'n, fail'n, fall'n, Fali'n from his high estate, And welt'ring in his blood. Lord Kaims,... | |
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