 I little thought, when first thy rein I slacked upon the banks of Seine, That Highland eagle e'er should feed On thy fleet limbs, my matchless steed ! Woe worth the chase, woe worth the day, That costs thy life, my gallant grey!  Scott's Lady of the Lake - Сторінка 6автори: Walter Scott - 1902 - 179 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Walter Scott - 1810 - 454 стор.
...his labours o'er, Stretched his stiff limbs, to rise no more. Then, touched with pity and remorse, He sorrowed o'er the expiring horse. " I little thought,...should feed On thy fleet limbs, my matchless steed ! Woe worth the chase, woe worth the day, That costs thy life, my gallant grey !"— X. Then through... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1820 - 282 стор.
...labours o'er, Stretch'd his stiff limbs to rise no more; Then, touch'd with pity and remorse, He sorrow'd o'er the expiring horse. " I little thought, when first thy rein I slack'd upon the banks of Seine, That Highland eagle e'er should feed On thy fleet limbs, my matchless... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1822 - 400 стор.
...o'er, Stretch'd his stiff limbs, to rise no more ; Then, touch'd with pity and remorse, He sorrow'd o'er the expiring horse. " I little thought, when first thy rein I slack'd upon the banks of Seine, That Highland eagle e'er should feed On thy fleet limbs, my matchless... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1827 - 678 стор.
...and remorse, He sorrow'd o'er the expiring hors*: « I little thought, when first thy rein I slack'd upon the banks of Seine, That Highland eagle e'er should feed On thy ileet limbs, my matchless stppd; Woe worth the chase, woe worth the day, That costs thy life, my gallant... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1831 - 582 стор.
...labours o'er, Stretch'd his stiff limbs to rise no more. Then touch'd with pity and remorse, He sorrow' d o'er the expiring horse - I little thought, when first thy rein I slack'd upon the banks of Seine, That Highland eagle e'er should feed On thy fleet limbs, my matchless... | |
 | 1869 - 514 стор.
...sorrow of the gallant sportsman, when he exclaims : " I little thought, when first thy rein I slack'd upon the banks of Seine, That Highland eagle e'er...should feed On thy fleet limbs — my matchless steed 1 Woe worth the chase, who worth the day, That costs thy life — my gallant grey 1" The description,... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1834 - 280 стор.
...limbs to rise no more ; Then, touched with pity and remorse, tie sorrowed o'er the expiring horse. u I little thought, when first thy rein I slacked upon...should feed On thy fleet limbs, my matchless steed ! Wo worth the chase, wo worth the day, That costs thy life, my gallant gray !" X. Then through the... | |
 | William Beattie - 1838 - 336 стор.
...stiff limbs to rise no more" — and Fitz-James breaks forth into the following apostrophe : — " I little thought, when first thy rein I slacked upon...should feed On thy fleet limbs, my matchless steed 1 Woe worth the chase — woe worth the day That costs thy life, my gallant grey 1" 6V,: the " Local... | |
 | Walter Scott, J. W. Lake - 1838 - 496 стор.
...steed, his labours o'er, Stretched his stiff limbs to rise no more. Then touched with pity and remorse. He sorrowed o'er the expiring horse: "I little thought, when first thy rein I slacked upon the banks of Si'ine, That highland eagle eVr should feed On thy fleet limbe, my matchless steed; Wo worth the chuso,... | |
 | 1869 - 514 стор.
...sorrow of the gallant sportsman, when he exclaims : " I little thought, when first thy rein I slaek'd upon the banks of Seine, That Highland eagle e'er...should feed On thy fleet limbs — my matchless steed ! Woe worth the chase, who worth the day, That costs thy life — my gallant grey !" The description,... | |
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