 | John William Cunliffe, James Francis Augustine Pyre, Karl Young - English literature - 1910 - 966 pages
...The god of winds drew sounds of deep delight ; Whence, with just cause, the harp of -SLolus it hight. Ah me! what hand can touch the string so fine? Who...them down again into the soul? Now rising love they fanned ; now pleasing dole They breathed, in tender musings, through the heart ; And now a graver sacred... | |
 | George Benjamin Woods - LITERARY COLLECTIONS - 1916 - 1432 pages
...strings so fine? Who up the lofty diapasan1 roll Such sweet, such sad, such solemn airs divine, 39° e lot be cast With much resemblance of the past, 5S Thy worn fanned ; now pleasing dole They breathed, in tender musings, through the heart; And now a graver sacred... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1925 - 1100 pages
...The god of winds drew sounds of deep delight : Whence, with just cause, the harp of jEolus it hight. Ah me ! what hand can touch the string so fine ? Who...them down again into the soul : Now rising love they fanned ; now pleasing dole They breathed, in tender musings, through the heart ; And now a graver sacred... | |
 | Brittany (France) - 1900
...just cause, The Harp of Aeolus it hight. Ah me ! what hand can touch thé string so fine ? Who up thé lofty diapason roll Such sweet, such sad, such solemn airs divine, Then let them down again into thé soûl ? I\~ow rising love they fanned ; now pleasing dole They breathed, in tender musings, thro'... | |
 | Thomas L. Hankins, Robert J. Silverman - Science - 1999 - 337 pages
...Harp of Aeolus it hight. Ah me! what Hand can touch the Strings so fine? Who up the lofty Diapasan roll Such sweet, such sad, such solemn Airs divine,...them down again into the Soul? Now rising Love they fan'd; now pleasing Dole They breath'd, in tender Musings, through the Heart; And now a graver sacred... | |
 | Ann Radcliffe - Fiction - 2001 - 704 pages
...lute, struck with an expressive hand, and then the voice, she had formerly listened to, accompanied it. 'Now rising love they fann'd, now pleasing dole They breath'd in tender musings through the heart; And now a graver, sacred strain they stole, As when seraphic hands an hymn impart!' Emily wept in doubtful... | |
 | American literature - 1867
...tones to the gale, swelling and softening as that rose and fell. Ah me, what hand can touch the strings sO fine ? Who up the lofty diapason roll Such sweet, such sad, such solemn airs divine, And let them down again into the soul ? This saloon of the two Minervas, Miss Seward says, contained... | |
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Ah me ! what hand can touch the string so fine ? Who up the lofty diapason roll Such sweet, such sad, such solemn airs divine, Then let them down again into the soul... 
