...a meteor, to the troubled air. Shone, like a meteor, streaming to the wind. Milton's Paradise Lost. And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. " Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert-cave, " Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath! " O'er thee,...

...the sable garb of wo, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air) And with a master's...prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre." It is sufficient to say, that West has done full justice to so noble a subject, and has been animated...

...the sable garb.of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air) And with a master's...prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. Let the living muses speak for themselves; I have all the warmth of a friend, but not the presumption...

...expedition. (Loose his beard, and hoary hair / Stream'd, like a meteor m, to the troubled air)[13] And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. " Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert-cave, " Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! " O'er...

...tlie sable garb of Woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hairj Streara'd like a meteor to the troubled air§.) And with a master's hand and prophet's tke Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. * Hark how each giant oak and desert cave ' Sighs to the torrent's...

...in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood; (Loose his beard and hoary hair Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air) And with a master's...prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. Let the living muses speak for themselves ; I have all the warmth of a friend, but not the presumption...

...Marchers, whose lands lay on the borders of Wales, and probably accompanied the King in this expedition. And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. ' Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert cave, ' Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath! ' O'er thee,...

...Conwaj's foaming flood, Kob'd in the sable garb of wo, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; Loose hid beard and hoary hair, Streamed like a- meteor to the...prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre." "The silent picture of the painter is more vivid and impressive than the spcuking picture of the poet. Colonel...

...the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streaui'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air); And with a master's...prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. ' Hark, how each giant-oak and drsert cave ' Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! ' O'er thee,...

...the sable garb of wo, With haggard eyes the Poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a Master's...Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. ' Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert-cave, * Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! ' O'er...