 | 1810 - 1018 страници
...reek'd not of »wound, And locked his arms his fneman round,— Now, callant Saion, hold thine own ! No maiden's hand. is round thee thrown ! That desperate...! — They tug, they strain ; — down, down, they E°» The Gael above, Fitz-James below. The .Chieftian's gripe his throat compress'd, . Hu knee was... | |
 | 1810 - 590 страници
...his foeman round.— • Now, gallant Saxon, hold thine own ! No maiden's hand is round thee thrown 1 That desperate grasp thy frame might feel, Through...they strain ; down, down, they go, The Gael above, Fitz James below. The chieftain's gripe his throat compressed, His knee was planted in his breast ;... | |
 | 1811 - 872 страници
...thrown ! That desperate grasp thy fr<iiuc might feel, Through bars of brass and triple steel! — The? tug, they strain ; — down, down, they go, The Gael above, Fitz-James below. The chieftain's gripr. his throat compress'd, His knee was planted in his breast ; №i clotted locks lie backward... | |
 | 1811 - 868 страници
...wound. And locked his arms his foeman round. — Now, gallant Saxon, hold thine own ! No maiden's han»l is round thee thrown! That desperate grasp thy frame might feel. Through barsol brass and triple steel! — They tug.they strain ; — down, down, they go, The Gael above,... | |
 | Sir Walter Scott - 1818 - 410 страници
...recked not of a wound, And locked his arms his foeman round.— Now, gallant Saxon, hold thine own ! No maiden's hand is round thee thrown ! That desperate grasp thy frame might feel, Through hars of hrass and triple steel ! — They tug, they strain ; — down, down, they go, The Gael ahove,... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1820 - 284 страници
...reck'd not of a wound, And lock'd his arms his foeman round.— Now, gallant Saxon, hold thine own ! No maiden's hand is round thee thrown ! That desperate...they strain !—down, down, they go, The Gael above, Fitz- T ames below. VOL. vI. B • The Chieftain's gripe his throat compress'd, His knee was planted... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1826 - 294 страници
...but reck'd not of a wound, And lock'd his arms his foeman round. Now, gallant Saxon, hold thine own ! No maiden's hand is round thee thrown ! That desperate...gripe his throat compress'd, His knee was planted on his breast ; His clotted locks he backward threw, Across his brow his hand he drew, From blood and... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1827 - 678 страници
...his arms his forman round. — Now, (¡allant Saxon, hold thine own! No maiden's hand is round ihee thrown ! That desperate grasp thy frame might feel, Through bars of brass and (ripie steel ! — They tug, they strain ! down, down, they (jo, Tin; r.ael :ibo\e, Fit/-Jamcs below.... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1831 - 582 страници
...reck'd not of a wound, And lock'd his arms his foeman round.— Now, gallant Saxon, hold thine own! No maiden's hand is round thee thrown! That desperate...they strain ! down, down, they go, The Gael above, Fill-James below. The chieftain's gripe his throat compress'd, His knee was planted in Ins breast;... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1858 - 672 страници
...Dhu grappled him : Now gallant Saxon hold thine own ! No maiden's arms are round thee thrown ! But desperate grasp thy frame might feel Through bars of brass and triple steel ! They tue, they strain ! down, down they go, The Gael above, Fitz James below. Froissart's informant had,... | |
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And locked his arms his foeman round. Now, gallant Saxon, hold thine own ! No maiden's hand is round thee thrown ! That desperate grasp thy frame might feel Through bars of brass and triple steel ! They tug, they strain ! down, down they go, The Gael... 
