 | William Collins - 1925 - 54 str.
...&c. O ceafe, my Fears ! all frantic as I go, When Thought creates unnumber'd Scenes of Woe, 5 What What if the Lion in his Rage I meet ! Oft in the Duft...I view his printed Feet : And fearful ! oft, when Day's declining Light Yields her pale Empire to the Mourner Night, By Hunger rous'd, he fcours the... | |
 | William Collins, John Langhorne - 1765 - 200 str.
...fountain's murmurs, and the valley's pride, Why think we thefe lefs pleafing to behold, Than dreary deferts, if they lead to gold? " Sad was the hour, and lucklefs...I view his printed feet : And fearful ! oft, when- day's decKning light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night> By hunger rous'd, he fcours the groaning... | |
 | William Collins, John Langhorne - 1765 - 210 str.
...walls I bent my way ! O ceafe, my fears .' — all frantic as I go, When thought creates unnumbcr'd fcenes of woe, What if the lion in his rage I meet ! — Oft in the daft I view his printed feet : And fearful I oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1767 - 288 str.
...fountain's murmurs, and the valley's pride; Why think we thefe lefs pleafmg to behold, Than dreary deferts, if they lead, to gold? " Sad was the hour, and lucklefs...I view his printed feet ; And, fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger rous'd, he fcours the... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1767 - 294 str.
...pride; Why think we thefe lefs pleafing to behold, Than dreary deferts, if they lead to gold? "Sad " Sad was the hour, and lucklefs was the day, When firft...view his printed feet : ( And, fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger rous'd, he fcours the... | |
 | 1770 - 268 str.
...valley's pride, Why think we thefe lefs pleafing to behold, Than dreary deferts, if they lead to gold ? f< Sad was the hour, and lucklefs was the day, " When...duft I view his printed feet : And fearful! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger rous'd, he fcours the... | |
 | Moses Mendez - 1770 - 334 str.
...walls I .bent my way \'f O ceafe, my fears ! — all frantic as I go, When thought creates unaumber'd fcenes of woe, What if the lion in his rage I meet !— s Oft in the duft I view his printed feet : And fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 348 str.
...fountain's murmurs, and the valley's pride, Why think we thefe lefs pleafing to behold, Than dreary deferts, if they lead to gold ? " Sad was the hour, and lucklefs...I view his printed feet : And, fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By' By hunger rouz'd, he fcours... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 380 str.
...deferts, if they lead to gold ? " Sad was the hour, and lucklefs was the day, *' When firft from Schiiaz' walls I bent my way !" O ceafe, my fears ! — all...I view his printed feet : And, fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger rouz'd, he fcours the... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 628 str.
...my fears ! — all frantic as I go, When thought creates unnumber'd fcenes of woe, What if the lien in his rage I meet ! — Oft in the duft I view his printed feet : And, fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger rouz'd, he fcours the... | |
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What if the lion in his rage I meet ! — Oft in the dust I view his printed feet: And, fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger... 
