...again : At length, with love and wine at once oppress'd, The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her hrent. Tt. Now strike the golden lyre again : A louder yet, and yet a louder strain. Break his hands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark, the horrid sound...

...tin horns of the English ' guards,' which are indeed enough to 'break his bands of sleep aeunder Aud rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder! Hark, hark ! the horrid sound; Ho raises his lirnd as if waked from the dead, Voyage down the Rhine. 403 si on, but no living thing...

...as spontaneous as the cries of alarm and consternation excited by the bacchanal orgies described, " Now strike the golden lyre again : A louder yet, and...amazed he stares around. Revenge ! revenge ! Timotheus crie« ; See the furies arise : See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in the air, And the sparkles...

...required. The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast. i At length, with love and wine at once epprest, • Now strike the golden lyre again, A louder yet and...peal of thunder. Hark! hark! the horrid sound Has rais'd up his head, • As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge! revenge! Timotheus...

...preferable to the long tin horns of the English ' guards,' which are indeed enough to - — -"break the bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder Hark, hark ! the horrid sound ; He raises hie head as if waked from the dead, And amazed he stares around '." and for the numerous...

...a turnpike-gate—in short, to Break his hours of sleep asunder, And rouse him like a rattling peel of thunder. Hark ! hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head, has awoked from the dead, And amazed he stares around! The gala turn-out of our mail-coaches on the...

...from his head, almost possessed one with the idea that he was a personification of the god himself: 'Now strike the golden lyre again, A louder yet, and...asunder, And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder !' Wo be to any one that offered him insult, at this impassioned moment ! Wo be to any one that approached...

...length', with love and wine at once oppressed', The vanquished victor' .... sunk upon her breast*. Now strike the golden lyre again* ; A louder yet', and yet a louder strain* : Break his bands ofsleep asunder*, And rouse him', like a rattling peal of thunder*. Hark* ! hark* 1 the horrid sound'...

...challenges him to make good his promise of dancing two dances with her. They fly off at a tangent . . . " Now strike the golden lyre again ; A louder yet, and yet a louder strain." They are waltzing — whisk and away ! — round and round like tee-totums. Mr. Clutterbuck and Mrs....

...as spontaneous as the cries of alarm and consternation excited by the bacchanal orgies described. " Now strike the golden lyre again : A louder yet, and...: See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in the air, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes. Behold a ghastly band, Each a torch in his hand...