 | John Dryden - 1717 - 464 страници
...wonder'd at, bccaufe he dropt no fooner. Fate feem'd to wind him up for fourfcore Years ; Yet freftily ran he on ten Winters more : Till, like a Clock worn...out with eating Time, The Wheels of weary Life at laft ftoodftifl. Oedif. O, let me prefs thee in my youthful Annsj And fmother thy old Ag« in my Embraces.... | |
 | John Dryden, Nathaniel Lee - 1724 - 96 страници
...at, becaufe he dropt no fooner. Fate iëem'd to wind him up for fourfcore Years ••, Yet freihly ran he on ten Winters more : 'Till, like a Clock worn...out with eating Time, The Wheels of weary Life at laft ftood ftill. OEdtp. O, let me prefs theein my youthful And fmbther thy old Age in my Embraces;... | |
 | John Dryden, Nathaniel Lee - 1727 - 104 страници
...wonder'd at, becaufe he dropt no fooncr. late feem'd to wind him up for fourfcorce Years, Yet frefhly ran he on ten Winters more ; Till, like a Clock worn...out with eating Time, The Wheels of weary Life at laft flood ftill. Oed. Oh, let me prefs thee in my youthful Ann.*, And fmother thy old Age in my Embraces.... | |
 | Nathaniel Lee - 1734 - 412 страници
...wonder'd at, becaufe he dropt no fooner. Fate feem'd to wind him up for fourfcore Years J Yet frefhly ran he -on ten Winters more : 'Till, like a Clock...out with eating Time, The Wheels of weary Life at laft ftood ftill. Oedip. O, let me prefs thee in my youthful Arms, And fmother thy old Age in my Embraces.... | |
 | Thomas Otway - 1797 - 456 страници
...like autumn fruit that mellow'd long : Ev'n wonder'd at, because he dropp'd no sooner. Fate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore years; Yet freshly ran...time, The wheels of weary life at last stood still. Hiij " OEdip. Oh, let me pren thee in my youthful arms, " And smother thy old age in my embraces. "... | |
 | John Bell - 1797 - 460 страници
...like autumn fruit that mellow'd long : Ev'n wonder'd at, because he dropp'd no sooner. Fate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore years ; Yet freshly ran...time, The wheels of weary life at last stood still. " OEdip. Oh, let me press thee in my youthful arms, «' And smother thy old age in my embraces. " Yes,... | |
 | John Dryden, Walter Scott - 1808 - 500 страници
...fell like autumn-fruit that mellowed long ; Even wondered at, because he dropt no sooner. VOL. VI. N Fate seemed to wind him up for fourscore years ; Yet...time, The wheels of weary life at last stood still. Oedip. O, let me press thee in my youthful arms, And smother thy old age in my embraces. Yes, Thebans,... | |
 | 1811 - 644 страници
...wondered at, because he dropp'd no sooner. Fate seem'd to wind him up tor fourscore years, Yet freely ran he on ten Winters more ; Till, like a clock worn...time, The wheels of weary Life at last stood still." It has been stated that his age was one hundred and seven, his father having been killed at the battle... | |
 | Henry Southern - 1820 - 402 страници
...fell like autumn-fruit that mellow'd long: E/n wonder'd at, because he dropt no sooner. Fate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore years ; Yet freshly ran...time, The wheels of weary life at last stood still." Or than the easy and natural picture thus drawn. , ~- " Oft-times before I thither did resort, , Charm'd... | |
 | John Dryden, Walter Scott - 1821 - 522 страници
...wonder'd at, because he dropt no sooner. Fate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore years ; voi,. vi. N Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more : Till, like...yes, Jocasta, yes, Adrastus, Old Polybus, the king my father's dead ! Fires shall be kindled in the midst of Thebes ; In the midst of tumult, wars, and pestilence,... | |
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E'en wondered at because he dropt no sooner; Fate seemed to wind him up for fourscore years; Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more, Till, like a clock worn out with eating Time, The wheels of weary life at last stood still. 
