| David Harrison Stevens - 1923 - 938 стор.
...buffeting the billows to her rescue, 40 Redeemed her life with half the loss of mine. Like a rich conquest 45° Miss NEVILLE. Certainly it must be one of my...have heard me talk so often! — ha! ha! ha! 701 45 Indeed you thanked me: but a nobler gratitude Rose in her soul; for from that hour she loved me,... | |
| Joseph Farington - 1924 - 402 стор.
...on very perfectly till, in the well-known passage : ' To me you owe her,' he came to the lines : ' I brought her, gave her to your despairing arms : Indeed you thanked me, but ' Here he stammered and became stationary. I held the book, but would not assist him ; and he commenced... | |
| Harold F. Rubinstein - 1928 - 1138 стор.
...buffeting the billows to her rescue, Redeemed her life with half the loss of mine : Like a rich conquest : 1 brought her, gave her to your despairing arms : Indeed you thanked me ; but a nobler gratitude... | |
| Thomas Otway - 1969 - 144 стор.
...her rescue, 40 Redeemed her life with half the loss of mine. Like a rich conquest in one hand I hore her, And with the other dashed the saucy waves That thronged and pressed to roh me of my prize. I hrought her, gave her to your despairing arms; 45 Indeed you thanked me; hut... | |
| Shattuck - 1997 - 420 стор.
...conquest in one hand I bore her, And with the other dash'd the saucy waves That throng'd and press' d to rob me of my prize, I brought her, gave her to your despairing arms : Indeed, you thank'd me ; but a nobler gratitude Rose in her soul ; for from that hour she lov'd me, Till for her... | |
| Norman Rabkin - 1981 - 176 стор.
...thin, and pierces my weak brain, I long for thick substantial sleep. (V.iii.225-34) 21. Ii49-50. 22. I brought her, gave her to your despairing arms; Indeed...loved me, Till for her life she paid me with herself. (45-50) 23. Eg, III.ii.61-75, 113-16. 24. For succinct discussion of the historical sources, see Kelsall's... | |
| Cassell, ltd - 1883 - 482 стор.
...buffeting the billows to her rescue, Hfdeemed her life with half the loss of mine. Idilio a rich conquest in one hand I bore her, And with the other dashed...pressed to rob me of my prize : I brought her, gave her your despairing arms : Indeed you thanked me ; but a nobler gratitude Rose in her soul : for from that... | |
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