 Said Gilpin — So am I ! But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there ; For why? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong ; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle...  Poems - Сторінка 335автори: William Cowper - 1800Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1785 - 568 стор.
...all at once did cry ; " The dinner waits, and we are tired!"— Said Gilpin—" So am I !" But, ah ! his horfe was not a whit Inclin'd to tarry there ;...of breath, And fore againft his will, Till at his friend's, the callender's, His horfe at laft flood ftill. The Callender, furpriz'd to fee His friend... | |
 | William Cowper - 1785 - 184 стор.
...tired 1' — Said Gilpin— « So am I!' But, ah ! his horfe was not a whit Inclin'd to tarry there j For why ?— his owner had a houfe Full ten miles...my fong. Away went Gilpin, out of breath, And fore again ft his will, Till at his friend's, the calender's, His horfe at laft flood ftill. The callender,... | |
 | Edmund Burke - 1785 - 652 стор.
...Ware. " So like an arrow fwifc he fleiv, Shot by an archer flrong, So did he fly — which brings me te The middle of my fong. *' Away went Gilpin out of breath, And fore againft his will, Till at his friend's, the calender's, His horfe at laft flood full. " The callender, furpris'd to fee His friend... | |
 | William Cowper - 1786 - 756 стор.
...'..'. .. But yet his horfe was not a whit Inclined to tarry there, For why ? his owner had a houfc Full ten miles off, at Ware, So like an arrow fwift...Gilpin, out of breath, And fore againft his will, . . ../ i Till at his friend's the CallenderV • His horfe at laft flood ftill. • The Callendef... | |
 | William Cowper - 1788 - 376 стор.
...houfe They all at once did cry ; The dinner waits, and we are tir'd : Said Gilpin — So am I. But yet his horfe was not a whit Inclin'd to tarry there ;...Till at his friend the Calender's His horfe at laft ftood ftill. The Callender, amaz'd to fee His neighbour in fuch trim, Laid down his pipe, flew to the... | |
 | William Scott - 1789 - 416 стор.
...at Ware. So like an arrow fwift he flew Shot by an archer ftrong-; * So did he fly — which-brings me to The middle of my fong. Away went 'Gilpin,. out...of breath, And fore againft his ' will, Till at his friend's", Tom Callender's^, His horfe at laft flood ftffl. Tom Callender, furpriz'd-to fee His friend... | |
 | William Cowper - 1790 - 300 стор.
...houfe— They all at once did cry ; The dinner waits, and we are tir'd : Said Gilpin — So am I. But yet his horfe was not a whit Inclin'd to tarry there ;...of breath, And fore againft his will, Till at his friend's the Calender's His horfe at laft ftood frill. The Callender, amaz'd to fee His neighbour in... | |
 | James Roach - 1794 - 268 стор.
...once did cry ; The dinner waits, and we are tir'd ; c .,„.,. ,. T oaid Gilpin — bo am I. But yet his horfe was not a whit Inclin'd to tarry there ;...my fong. Away went Gilpin, -out of breath, And fore againfl his will, Till at his friend", the calender's His horfe at latt Hood ftill. The callender,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1793 - 378 стор.
...regret Of happier times, appear, A glimpfe of joy, that we have met, Shall fhine, and dry the tear, So like an arrow fwift he flew, Shot by an archer...Till at his friend the calender's His horfe at laft ftood Hill. The calender, amaz'd to fee His neighbour in fuch trim, Laid down his pipe, flew to the... | |
 | 1795 - 94 стор.
...had a house Full ten miles, off at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. ,, Away went Gilpin, out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend's the calender's... | |
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