 ... power. At last he faltered on his path; I goaded, but the goad was vain. Where was I ? with the sun's full wrath Around me on the desert plain. "What an unthought-of goal I'd won! Mercy! what wildering race I'd run! 'Twould soon be o'er; my failing...  Dick Turpin - Strana 269podľa Henry Downes Miles - 1840 - Počet stránok 323Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1849 - Počet stránok 560
...! what wildering race I'd run ! Twould soon be o'er, my failing horse Was strangely wheeling on his course: His strength was out, his spirit flagged,...neck, Were white with rifts of foaming fleck. His labored breath was quick and short, His nostrils heaved with gasping snort ; He tottered on, — his... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1853 - Počet stránok 542
...what wildering race I'd run ! 'T would soon be o'er, my failing horse Was strangely wheeling on his course His strength was out, his spirit flagged, His...neck, Were white with rifts of foaming fleck. His labored breath was quick and short, His nostrils heaved with gasping snort ; He tottered on, — his... | |
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