 | Ralph Griffiths, George Edward Griffiths - 1810 - 570 стор.
...and vanish'd in delight. " In one fierce summer-day, when my poor brain i Was burning-hot and cruel was my pain, Then came this father-foe, and there...glar'd at me • Still did they force me on the oar ro rest, And when they saw me fainting and opprest, He, with his hand, the old man, scoop 'd the flood,... | |
 | George Crabbe - 1823 - 452 стор.
...and vanish'd in delight. " In one fierce summer-day, when my poor brain " Was burning hot and cruel was my pain, " Then came this father-foe, and there...their eyes, more glee " In their pale faces when they glared at me : " Still did they force me on the oar to rest, " And when they saw me fainting and oppress'd,... | |
 | George Crabbe - 1899 - 540 стор.
...and vanish'd in delight. " In one fierce summer-day, when my poor brain Was burning hot, and cruel was my pain, Then came this father-foe, and there...their eyes, more glee In their pale faces, when they glared at me : Still they did force me on the oar to rest, And when they saw me fainting and oppress'd,... | |
 | George Crabbe - 1829 - 348 стор.
...misehief in their eyes, more glee In their pale faees when they glared at me : Still did they foree me on the oar to rest, And when they saw me fainting and oppress'd, He, with his hand, the old man, seoop'd the flood. And there eame flame ahont him mix'd with hlood ; He hade me stoop and look upon... | |
 | George Crabbe - 1834 - 346 стор.
...and vanish'd in delight. " In one fierce summer-day, when my poor brain " Was burning hot, and cruel was my pain, " Then came this father-foe, and there...their eyes, more glee, " In their pale faces when they glared at me : (') " Still did they force me on the oar to rest, " And when they saw me fainting and... | |
 | 1834 - 550 стор.
...sad voices, " Come." ******* In one fierce summer day, when my poor brain Was burning hot, and cruel was my pain, Then came this father-foe, and there...again upon the flood ; There was more mischief in those eyes, more glee In their pale faces when they glared at me ; Still did they force me on the sea... | |
 | 1834 - 554 стор.
...voices, " Come." #*#*#** In one fierce summer day, when my poor brain Was burning hot, and cruel was rny pain, Then came this father-foe, and there he stood...again upon the flood ; There was more mischief in those eyes, more glee In their pale faces when they glared at me ; Still did they force me on the sea... | |
 | 1841 - 668 стор.
...upon the flood ; There was more mischief in their eyes, more glee In their pale faces when they glared at me : Still did they force me on the oar to rest,...flood, And there came flame about him mix'd with blood ; Ho bade me stoop and look upon the place, Then flung the hot-red liquor in my face ; Burning it blazed,... | |
 | George Crabbe - 1843 - 556 стор.
...misehief in their eyes, more glee In their pale faees when they glared at me : Still did they foree me on the oar to rest, And when they saw me fainting and npprese'd, He, with his hand, the old man, seoop'd the flood, And there eame flame ahout him mix'd... | |
 | George Crabbe - 1845 - 558 стор.
...my poor brain Was burning hot and cruel was my pain, Then came this father-foe, and there he stood I With his two boys again upon the flood ; There was...their eyes, more glee In their pale faces when they glared at me : Still did they force me on the oar to rest, And when they saw me fainting and oppress'd,... | |
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With his two boys again upon the flood; There was more mischief in their eyes, more glee In their pale faces when they glared at me: Still... 
