...quiv'ring lance. 1.2. On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old (Jon way's foaming flood, Robed 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); * This Ode is founded on n tradition current In Wales,...

...quivering lance. I. 2. On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood...hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air,) And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre : — • " Hark,...

...rock, whose haughty brow, Frown» o'er old Conway'e foaming flood, KM! rd in the sabte garb of wo, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard...hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air :) And with a poet's hand and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of hie lyre." Guess my surprise,...

...haughty brow, Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Rnbeil in the gable garb of wo, With hnggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air :) And with a poet's hand and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre." Guem my surprise,...

...On a rock whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in 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 hand, and prophet's fire, Struck...

...a deep imprecation on the desolators of his country —realizing the noble picture of the poet— " Robed in sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the...hoary hair Streamed like a meteor to the troubled air) ; And, with a master's hand and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre." OKAY. The reign...

...quivering lance. On a rock whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood...hair Streamed like a meteor to the troubled air), And with a master.s hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. " Hark, how each...

...pleasing sight. " On a rock whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood....hoary hair Streamed like a meteor to the troubled air, And with a master's hand and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre ! " Passing by the...

...quivering lance. On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Rob'd 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 hand, and Prophet's tire, Struck...

...quivering lance. On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Rob'd 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 hand, and prophet's fire, Struck...