Athrob

Thou wondrous harper, that hast thrilled my heart, […] And made me all athrob with ecstasy,—

The great test was on, whether such a nation could live, and Boston was athrob with love of country and eagerness to sacrifice.

[…] all the earth was blurred in darkness and the sky a-throb with starlight, for it was yet an hour until the rising of the moon.

I have my sore wound, all my length of arm a-throb with lancing pain;