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Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell!

Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India - Side 95
av David Lester Richardson - 1840
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Enchanted Ground: Reimagining John Dryden

William Andrews Clark Memorial Library Staff, William Andrews Clark Memorial Library, University of California, Los Angeles. Center for 17th- & 18th- Century Studies, University of California, Los Angeles, Center for 17th- & 18th- Century Studies Staff - 2004 - 370 sider

...meaning when we consider them in the context of the poet's career as a writer of songs: The TRUMPETS loud Clangor Excites us to Arms With shrill Notes...mortal Alarms. The double double double beat Of the thundring DRUM Cryes, heark the Foes come; Charge, Charge, 'tis too late to retreat. The soft complaining...

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Creative Ideas for Evening Prayer

Jan Brind, Tessa Wilkinson - 2005 - 198 sider

...Jonathan Swift (1667-1745) Published by Boosey and Hawkes Music Publishers Ltd The trumpet's loud clangour Excites us to Arms With shrill notes of Anger And mortal Alarms Dryden How blest is he who for his country dies Swift The double double beat Of the thundering drum...

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