So flew"d, so sanded; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-kneed and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each. The British Essayists: The Spectator - Էջ 239Alexander Chalmers - 1802Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
| Robert Hutchinson - 2005 - 116 էջ
...bred out of the Spartan kind [breed], So flew'd [having pendulous chaps], so sanded [of sandy color]; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Crook-kneed, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls; Slow in pursuit, but matched in mouth like bells, Each under... | |
| T. R. Henn - 2005 - 176 էջ
...clamours, like hound voices themselves) : My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded, and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew Slow in pursuit but matched in wiouth like bells Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never holla'd... | |
| Sandra Choron, Harry Choron - 2005 - 388 էջ
...That Ends Well, act 2. scene 31 "My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind; So flew'd. so sanded; their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew." |4 Mid Summer Night's Dream, act 4, scene 1I "I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, than such a... | |
| Stewart Justman - 2006 - 175 էջ
...animals he launches into pure poetry: My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind: So flew'd, so sanded, and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew,Crook-knee'd, and dewlapp'd like Thessalian bulls,Slow in pursuit, but matched in mouth like bells,... | |
| Mordecai Siegal - 2007 - 350 էջ
...discord, such sweet thunder. THESEUS My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flewed, so sanded; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Crook-kneed, and dewlapped like Thessalian bulls; Slow in pursuit, but matched in mouth like bells, Each under each.... | |
| Mordecai Siegal - 2007 - 350 էջ
...discord, such sweet thunder. THESEUS My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flewed, so sanded; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Slow in pursuit, but matched in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never holloed... | |
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