 | Joseph Addison - 1854 - 584 páginas
...prest Close at his heels, and sprung before the rest, Had fasten'd on him, straight another pahHung on his wounded haunch, and held him there, Till all .the pack came up, and every hound Tore the sad huntsman, grov'ling on the ground, Who now appear'd but one continu'd wound.... | |
 | Joseph Addison, George Gilfillan - 1859 - 428 páginas
...pressed Close at his heels, and sprung before the rest, Had fastened on him, straight another pair so Hung on his wounded haunch, and held him there, Till all the pack came up, and every hound Tore the sad huntsman, grovelling on the ground, Who now appeared but one continued wound.... | |
 | Joseph Addison - 1875 - 760 páginas
...pressed Close at his heels, and sprung before the rest, Had fastened on him, straight another pair 90 Hung on his wounded haunch, and held him there, Till all the pack came up, and every hound Tore the sad huntsman, grovelling on the ground, Who now appeared but one continued wound.... | |
 | Joseph Addison - 1914 - 540 páginas
...the pack, that prest Close at his heels, and sprung before the rest, Had fasten'd on him, straight another pair Hung on his wounded haunch, and held him there, 'Till all the pack came up, and every hound j 290 Tore the sad Huntsman grov'ling on the ground, jWho now appear"d but one contmu'd... | |
 | Ovid - 1998 - 596 páginas
...the pack, that prest Close at his heels, and sprung before the rest, Had fasten'd on him, straight another pair, Hung on his wounded haunch, and held...'Till all the pack came up, and ev'ry hound Tore the sad huntsman grov'ling on the ground, Who now appear'd but one continu'd wound. With dropping tears... | |
 | Amal Asfour, Dr Paul Williamson, Paul Williamson - 1999 - 360 páginas
...the Pack, that prest Close at his Heels, and sprung before the rest, Had fasten'd on him, straight another Pair, Hung on his wounded Haunch, and held...'Till all the Pack came up, and ev'ry Hound Tore the sad Huntsman grov'ling on the Ground, Who now appear'd but one continu'd Wound. With dropping Tears... | |
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Till all the pack came up, and every hound Tore the sad huntsman, grov'ling on the ground, Who now appear'd but one continu'd wound. With dropping tears his bitter fate he moans, And fills the mountain with his dying groans. His servants with a piteous... 
