 | 1798 - 618 стор.
...once old Sherasmin in giddy round Reels without stop — away the spinner flies, Seizes a hoary nun without a tooth, Who dies to dance, as if the blood...while every caper flings Her veil and gown in air, that all laugh loud forsooth; ' Cloyster and convent burn with equal rage, Nor hoary hairs, nor rank,... | |
 | Christoph Martin Wieland - 1798 - 232 стор.
...At once old Sherasmin in giddy round Reels without stop—away the spinner flies, Seizes a hoary nun without a tooth, Who dies to dance, as if the blood...while every caper flings Her veil and gown in air, that all laugh loud forsooth. 57 XXXvIII. Cloyster and convent burn with equal rage, Nor hoary hairs,... | |
 | Frederic Henry Hedge - 1886 - 556 стор.
...once then Scherasmin in giddy round Reels without stop. Away the old man flies, Seizes a hoary nun without a tooth, Who dies to dance as if the blood of youth Boiled in her veins. The old man deftly springs. Cloister and convent burn with equal rage, Nor hoary... | |
 | William Cleaver Wilkinson - 1887 - 348 стор.
...once old Sherasmin in giddy round Reels without stop — away the spinner flies, Seizes a hoary nun without a tooth, Who dies to dance, as if the blood...while every caper flings Her veil and gown in air, that all laugh loud forsooth. Cloister and convent burn with equal rage, Nor hoary hairs, nor rank... | |
 | William Cleaver Wilkinson - 1887 - 348 стор.
...once old Sherasmin in giddy round Reels without stop — away the spinner flies, Seizes a hoary nun without a tooth, Who dies to dance, as if the blood...while every caper flings Her veil and gown in air, that all laugh loud forsooth. Cloister and convent burn with equal rage, Nor hoary hairs, nor rank... | |
 | Christoph Martin Wieland - 1904 - 488 стор.
...once old Sherasmin in giddy round Reels without stop — away the spinner flies, Seizes a hoary nun without a tooth, Who dies to dance, as if the blood...while every caper flings Her veil and gown in air, that all laugh loud forsooth. Cloysler and convent burn with equal rage, ( Nor hoary hairs nor rank,... | |
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He to his rosy lip the horn applies, And breathes enchanting tones of fairy sound : At once old Sherasmin in giddy round Reels without stop — away the spinner flies, Seizes a hoary nun without a tooth, Who dies to dance, as if the blood of youth Boil'd... 