 There is an old tale goes, that Herne the hunter, Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest, Doth all the winter time, at still midnight, Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns; And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle ; And makes milch-kine...  A Month in England - Сторінка 112автори: Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1854 - 243 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | William Shakespeare - 1785 - 456 стор.
...two devise to bring him hither. Mrs. Page. There is an old tale goes, that Herne the hunter, Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest, Doth all the winter...still midnight, Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns ; And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle ; And makes milch-kine yield blood,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 420 стор.
...devise to bring him thither. Mrs. Page. There is an old tale goes, that Herne the hunter, Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest, Doth all the winter time, at still midnight, Walk round aboutan oak, with great ragg'd horns ; And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle ; And makes... | |
 | John Britton, Edward Wedlake Brayley, Joseph Nightingale, James Norris Brewer, John Evans, John Hodgson, Francis Charles Laird, Frederic Shoberl, John Bigland, Thomas Rees - 1801 - 496 стор.
...Page recounts the traditionary story of Herne in these lines: There is an old tale goes, that Hcrne the hunter, Some time a keeper here in Windsor forest, Doth all the winter time, at still of midnight, Walk round about an oat, with ragged horns ; And there he blasts the tree, and rakes the... | |
 | John Britton, Edward Wedlake Brayley, Joseph Nightingale, James Norris Brewer, John Evans, John Hodgson, Francis Charles Laird, Frederic Shoberl, John Bigland, Thomas Rees - 1801 - 474 стор.
...traditionary story of Herne in these lines: There is an old tale goes, that Herne the hunter, Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest, Doth all the winter time, at still of midnight, Walk round about an tali, with ragged horns; And there he blasts the tree and rakes the... | |
 | John Britton, Edward Wedlake Brayley, Joseph Nightingale, James Norris Brewer, John Evans, John Hodgson, Francis Charles Laird, Frederic Shoberl, John Bigland, Thomas Rees - 1801 - 512 стор.
...traditionary story of Herne in these lines : There is an old tale goes, that Hcrne the hunter, Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest, Doth all the winter time, at still of midnight, . Walk, round about an oah, with ragged horns; And there he blasts the tree and rakes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 494 стор.
...devise to bring him thither. Mrs. Page. There is an old tale goes, that Herne the hunter, Sometime n keeper here in Windsor forest, Doth all the winter...still midnight, Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horn*; And there he blasts the tree, and takes6 the cattle; And makes milch-kine yield blood,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 90 стор.
...two devise to bring him hither. Mrs. Page. There is an old tale goes, that Herne the hunter, Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest, Doth all the winter...still midnight, Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns ; And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a chain In a most hideous and dreadful... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 476 стор.
...devise to bring him thither. Mrs. Page. There is an old tile goes, that Herne the hunter, Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest, Doth all the winter time, at still midnight, "Walk roundabout ail oak, with great ragg'd horns; And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle ; A... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 522 стор.
...two devise to hring him thither. Mrs. Page. There is an old tale goes, thatHerne the hunter, Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest, Doth all the winter time, at still mi'dnight, "Walk round ahout an oak, with great ragg'd horns ; And there he hlasts the tree, and takes the cattle;s And makes... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1805 - 924 стор.
...itill i Ixion rests upon his wheel. f<fSTILL. ,-.•. ... Calm ; silence. Herne the hunter, Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest, Doth all the winter time, at itill of midnight, Walk round about an oak with ragged horns. He had never any jealousy with his father,... | |
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