| Jonathan Swift - 1713 - 436 str.
...went by chance, araidft their Talk, To the Church-yard to take a Walk ; When Baucis haftily cry'd out, My Dear, I fee your Forehead fprout. ; ': Sprout,...don't believe me Jealous : ' « But yet, methinks, I feel it true ; And re'lly, Yours is budding too— — /. Nay, now I cannot ftir my Foot : .' •... | |
| Virgin muse - 1722 - 250 str.
...by Chance, amicUt their Talk, To tfie Church.yard to take a Walk •, When Baucis haftily cry'd out, My Dear, I fee your Fore.head fprout, Sprout, quoth...us? I hope you don't believe me Jealous : But yet, melhinks I feel it true •, And truly, you 's is budiag too Nav,. , -now 1 cannot ftir my Foot •,... | |
| Jonathan Swift - 1735 - 502 str.
...by chance, amidft their Talk, To the Church-yard, to fetch a Walk : When Baucis haftily cry'd out, My Dear, I fee your Forehead fprout! Sprout, quoth...you don't believe me jealous : But yet, methinks, I feel it true ; And really, yours is budding too Nay, "now I cannot ftir my Foot ; Jt feels as if... | |
| Jonathan Swift - 1742 - 314 str.
...went by Chance amidft their Talk, To the Church Yard to take a Walk ; When Baucis haftily cry'd out. My Dear, I fee your Forehead fprout ! Sprout, quoth...hope you don't believe me Jealous: But yet, methinks, I feel i: true ; And really, yours is budding too —— Nay, —— now I cannot flir my Foot; It... | |
| Jonathan Swift - 1744 - 416 str.
...haftily cry'd out, My Dear, I fee your Forehjiad fprout ! Sprout, P0E-MS on fever al OCCASIONS. 23 Sprout, quoth the Man, what's this you tell us? I...hope you don't believe me jealous: But yet, methinks, I feel it true ; And realiy-yours- is. budding too— *-?. — •— Nay,- — —now I cannot ftir... | |
| Jonathan Swift, John Hawkesworth - 1754 - 336 str.
...went by chance amidft their talk To the church-yard to take a walk ; When Baucis haftily cry'd out, dear, I fee your forehead fprout ! Sprout ! quoth...you don't believe me jealous : But yet, methinks, I feel it true ; And really yours is budding too — Nay, — now I cannot ftir my foot ; It feels... | |
| Jonathan Swift, John Hawkesworth - 1754 - 354 str.
...church-yard to take a walk ; When Baucis haftily cry'd out, My dear, I fee your forehead fprout ! Sprout I Sprout ! quoth the man ; what's this you tell us ?...you don't believe me jealous : But yet, methinks, I feel it true ; And really yours is budding too — Nay, — now I cannot ftir my foot ; It feels... | |
| Jonathan Swift - 1768 - 338 str.
...church-yard to take a walk ; When Baucis haftily cry'd out, My dear, I fee your forehead fprout ! Sprout ! Sprout ! quoth the man ; what's this you tell us ?...you don't believe me jealous ; But yet, methinks, I feel it true ; And really yours is budding too — Nay, — now I cannot ftir my foot ; It feels... | |
| 1770 - 268 str.
...went by chance amidft their talk To the church-yard to take a walk; When Baucis haftily cry'd out, My dear, I fee your forehead fprout ! Sprout ! quoth...you don't believe me jealous : But yet, methinks, I feel it true ; And really yours is budding too——. Nay, — now I cannot ftir my foot; It feels... | |
| Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 378 str.
...haftily cry'd out, » ;et My dear, I fee your forehead fprSut ! Sprout ! quoth the ma« ; what 's thjs yo.u tell us ? I hope you don't believe me jealous ! But yet, methink«, I feel it true ; • n And really yours is b;jdding too" — 160 Nay, — now I cannot ftir... | |
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