 | John Dryden - 1760 - عدد الصفحات: 528
...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 - 1760 - عدد الصفحات: 488
...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 - 1767 - عدد الصفحات: 388
...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 - عدد الصفحات: 644
...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 - عدد الصفحات: 344
...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 - عدد الصفحات: 312
...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 - عدد الصفحات: 966
...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 - عدد الصفحات: 658
...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... | |
 | E. Tomkins - 1804 - عدد الصفحات: 416
...all his hattles o'er again : And thrice he routed all his foes ; and thrice he sle* the >lain. — The master saw the madness rise; His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; And while he heaven and earth dcfy'd, Chang'd his hand, and check'd his pride. He chose a mournful muse Soft pity to infuse : He... | |
 | David Humphreys - 1804 - عدد الصفحات: 440
...Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain. The master saw the madness rise, His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes ; t And while he heav'n and earth defy'd, Chang'd his hand, and check'd his pride. , He chose a mournful... | |
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Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure: Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes,... 
