Closed his eyes in endless night. Behold, where Dryden's less presumptuous car, Wide o'er the fields of Glory bear Two coursers of ethereal race, With necks in thunder clothed, and long-resounding pace. Hark, his hands the lyre explore ! Bright-eyed Fancy... The Monthly Magazine - Página 2921799Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
| Ernst A. Schmidt - 1996 - 500 páginas
...1 05 Two coursers of ethereal race, With necks in thunder clothed, and long-resounding pace. Epode Hark, his hands the lyre explore! Bright-eyed Fancy hovering o'er Scatters from her pictured urn 1 1 0 Thoughts that breathe, and words that bum. But ah! 'tis heard no more 0 Lyre divine!... | |
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