For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God'; &c.
Now some dig dykes before the gate, or carry stones and stakes, And bloody token of the war the shattering trump awakes.
But now the trump with brazen song cast fearful sound aloof, Chiding to war; and shouts rise up and belloweth back the heaven, And forth the Volscians fare to speed the shield-roof timely driven.
No, no, Marie; we cannot expect any one else to become an occupant of this tomb--the gates of which will not open until thetrump of deliverance sounds.
The pleasure of the two lovers is indescribable, and the whole company begin to sing the praises of such a trump of an emperor.
You were the jolliest little trump of a girl I ever saw.
She had a great run of luck with the cards at the beginning--right bower and joker and a couple of high trump cards--time after time.
Lilienfeld had left his highest trumpfor the last.
As if to challenge the others, he elaborated bold philosophic theories, dealing out one wild statement after the other, each of which would have been a trump sufficient to end the game for ten German Philistines.
Don't give out that you are going on a trip, Father, and then all of your cranky patients won't have time to trump up any illnesses.
To the blowing of the trumpet upon the walls and watch towers of the Council, but more particularly to the obligation, "that when the last trump shall sound, I shall be forever excluded from the society of all true and faithful Sir Knights.
In Pope the golden trumpet is blown by the muses, and the trump of slander sounds without the mention of any agent.
I hope he will get credit for all these studies, when the last trump sounds, for he gets little enough at present.
There sounds not to the trump of fame The echo of a nobler name.
Though naught but that last trump of all Could ope their heavy eyes.
Trump and drum awoke; Onward the bondmen broke; Bayonet and sabre-stroke Vainly opposed their rush.
That's what I call a trump of a girl, worth loving for a lifetime.
Every man may reign secure in his petty tyranny, and spread terror and desolation around him, until the trump of the archangel shall excite different emotions in his soul.
Every man may reign secure in his petty tyranny, and spread terror and desolation around him [until the trumpof the Archangel shall excite different emotions in his soul].
When it is seen how many players stand in the round, the elder hand plays a card--his highest trump if he has two or more; if not, any card he chooses.
Retain a high trump as long as you can, to bring back your strong suit.
An extra pack of cards is required for the third other player; so that, in the case of three, the trump card is the twenty-fifth.
After each trick is taken, an additional card is drawn by each player from the top of the pack--the taker of the last trick drawing first, and so on till all the pack is exhausted, including the trump card.
If a player trump by mistake, he may recall his card, and play to the suit, if the card be not covered; but he may be compelled to play the highest or lowest of the suit led, and to play the exposed trump when it is called by his adversaries.
When playing for the odd trick, be cautious of trumping out, especially if your partner be likely to trump a suit.
A variation provides that when the trump is either spades or diamonds, Bezique may be queen of clubs and knave of hearts.
If the player order up the trump and fail to make three tricks, he is euchred, and his opponent marks two points.
For the lowest trump out, the original holder scores one point, even if it be taken by the adversary.
The highest trump in each deal wins the pool; and should it happen that not one trump be dealt, then the company pool again, and the event is decided by the succeeding deal.
I think of that vision divine, Think of writing it, line by line, I stand in awe of the terrible curse, Like the trump of doom, in the closing verse!
And listening, with his forehead bowed, Heard the Divine compassion fill The pauses of the trump and cloud With whispers small and still.
Shall we alone Be left to add our gain to gain, When over Armageddon's plain The trumpis blown?
