 | 1764 - 404 pàgines
...fands are found, And faint and fickly winds for ever howl around. " Sad was the hour, and lucklefs was the day, " When firft from Schiraz' walls I bent my way !'*' ... - • . •• 'i "- : ••*.**•• Curft be the gold and filver which perfuade Weak men... | |
 | William Collins, John Langhorne - 1765 - 200 pàgines
...was the day, " When firft from Schiraz' walls I bent my way !" At that dead hour the filent afp mail creep, If aught of reft I find, upon my fleep : Or...fwoln ferpent twift his fcales around, And wake to anguilh with a burning wound. Thrice happy they, the wife contented poor, From luft of wealth, and... | |
 | William Collins, John Langhorne - 1765 - 210 pàgines
...direfls their way, Fills the wild yell, and leads them to their prey. " Sad was the hour, and lucklefs was the day, " When firft from Schiraz' walls I bent my way !" At that dead hour the filent afp mail creep, If aught of reft I find, upon my fleep : Or fome fwoln ferpent tvvift his fcales around,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1767 - 288 pàgines
...direfts their way, Fills the wild yell, and leads them to their prey. " Sad was the hour, and lucklefs was the day, When firft from Schiraz' walls I bent my way !" At that dead hour the filent afp fhall creep, If aught of reft I find, upon my fleep : Or fome fwol'n ferpent twift his fcales around,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1767 - 294 pàgines
...affrighted man Thrice figh'd, thrice ftruckhis breaft, and thus began: "Sad was the hour, and lucklefs was the day, When firft from Schiraz' walls I bent my way !" Ah ! little thought I of the blafting wind, The thirft, or pinching hunger that I find !.. • M... | |
 | 1770 - 268 pàgines
...affrighted man Thrice figh'd, thrice ftruck his breaft, and thus began : " Sad was the hour, and lucklefs was the day, " When firft from Schiraz' walls I bent my way!" Ah I Ah f little thought I of the blafting wind, The thirft or pinching hunger that I find ! Bethink... | |
 | 1772 - 418 pàgines
...affrighted man Thrice figh'd, thrice ftruck his breaft ; and thus began : Sad was the hour and lucklefs was the day, When firft from Schiraz' walls I bent my way. The following defcription is animated. Here, where no fprings in murmurs break away, Or mofs grown... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 340 pàgines
...direfts their way, Fills the wild yell, and leads them to their prey. " Sad was the hour, and lucklefs was the day, " When firft from Schiraz' walls I bent...fwoln ferpent twift his fcales around, And wake to anguifli with a burning wound. Thrice happy they, the wife contented poor, From luft of wealth, and... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 628 pàgines
...direfts their way, Fills the wild yell, and leads them to their prey. " Sad was the hour, and lucklefs was the day, " When firft from Schiraz' walls I bent my way !" At that dead hour the filent afp fhall creep, If aught of reft I find, upon my fleep : Or fome fwoln ferpent twift his fcales around,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 348 pàgines
...affrighted man Thrice figh'J, thrice ftruck his breaft, and thus began : " Sad was the hour, and lucklefs was the day, " When firft from Schiraz' walls I bent my way !" Ah f little thought I of the blafting wind, The thirft, or pinching hunger, that I find ! Bethink... | |
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Death with shrieks directs their way, Fills the wild yell, and leads them to their prey. " Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz... 
