In that same hour and hall, The fingers of a hand Came forth against the wall, And wrote as if on sand: The fingers of a man; — A solitary hand Along the letters ran, And traced them like a wand. Hebrew Melodies of Lord Byron - 19 ÆäÀÌÁöÀúÀÚ: George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1890 - 45 ÆäÀÌÁöÀüüº¸±â - µµ¼ Á¤º¸
 | 1857 - 698 ÆäÀÌÁö
...vorliegen, und unter ihnen diesmal leider auch in Herrn Nielos. Diese rastlosen dreifüszigen Jamben: The king was on his throne The satraps throng'd the hall;...thousand bright lamps shone O'er that high festival usw. diese prachtvollen Strophen, die an den geisterhaften stets näher rückenden stets deutlicher... | |
 | 1899 - 336 ÆäÀÌÁö
...eyes grow dim. LIII.— VISION OF BELSHAZZAR. BYRON. THE king was on his throne, the Satraps thronged the hall ; a thousand bright lamps shone o'er that high festival. A thousand cups of gold, in Judah deemed divine — Jehovah's vessels hold the godless Heathen's wine ! In that same hour and hall, the... | |
 | Henry Davenport Northrup - 1888 - 806 ÆäÀÌÁö
...MCCKLK. 36 NARRATIVES AND BALLADS. VISION OF BËLSHAZZAR. HE king was on his throne, The satraps thronged the hall ; A thousand bright lamps shone O'er that high festival. A thousand cups of gold, In Judah deemed divine, Jehovah's vessels hold The godless heathen's wine ! In that same hour and hall, The... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1904 - 604 ÆäÀÌÁö
...was to die. Seaham, 1815. VISION OF BELSHAZZAR.1 I. THE King was on his throne, The Satraps thronged the hall : '• A thousand bright lamps shone O'er...that high festival. A thousand cups of gold, In Judah deemed divine — iL Jehovah's vessels hold The godless Heathen's wine I II. In that same hour and... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1815 - 678 ÆäÀÌÁö
...considerations, they are liable. A ballad, entitled ' Vision of Belsbazzar,' begins in the following style ' The King was on his throne, The Satraps throng'd the hall ; A thousand bright lumps shone O'er that high festival. A thousand cups of gold, In Judahdeem'd divineJehovah's vessels... | |
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