the other, feeing the fate of his comrade, made his efcape, but not without one good wound on the back, which I gave him as he fled, and made the blood run trickling from him. After this exploit, I walked gently to and fro on the bed, to recover my breath... The Novelist's Magazine - Sivu 391782Koko teos - Tietoja tästä kirjasta
| Political state of Great Britain - 1726 - 634 sivua
...the good Fortune to rip up his Belly before he could do me any Mifchief. He tell down at my Feet, and the other feeing the Fate of his Comrade, made his...and fro on the Bed, to recover my Breath and Lofs of Spirits. ' Thefe Creatures were of the Size of a large Maftiff, but infinitely more nimble and fierce,... | |
| Jonathan Swift - 1742 - 386 sivua
...good Fortune to rip up his Belly, before he tould do me any Mifchicf. He fell down at my Feet, and the other, feeing the Fate of his Comrade, made his...without one good Wound on the Back, which I gave him as h« fled, and made the Blood run trickling from him. After this Exploit, I walked gently to and fro... | |
| Jonathan Swift - 1752 - 330 sivua
...Fortune, to rip up his ' Belly Belly before he could do me any Mifchief. He fell down at my Feetj and the other feeing the .Fate of his Comrade, made his...one good Wound on the Back, which I gave him as he rled, and made the Blood run tricklirig from him. After this Exploit I walked gently to and fro on... | |
| Jonathan Swift, John Hawkesworth - 1755 - 608 sivua
...belly, before be could do me any mifchief. He fell down atmy feet, and the other feeing the fate cLhis comrade made his efcape, but -not without one good wound on the back, which Igave him as he fled, and made the¿ blood run trickling from hinia After th¿ exploit I walked gently... | |
| Jonathan Swift - 1768 - 468 sivua
...good fortune to rip up his belly, before he could do me any mifchief. He fell down at my feet, and the other feeing the fate of his comrade made his...made the blood run trickling from him. After this ex* ploit, I walked gently to and fro on the bed to recover my breath, and lofs of fpirits. Thefe creatures... | |
| Jonathan Swift - 1774 - 382 sivua
...back, which J gave him as he tied, and VOL. V. B blood run trickling from him. After this exp'oir, I walked gently to and fro on the bed to recover my breath, 3rd lofs of fpiri-s Thefe creatures were of the fize of a large rnaftiff, but infinitely more nimble... | |
| Jonathan Swift, John Hawkesworth - 1784 - 510 sivua
...good fortune to rip up his belly, before he could do me any mifchief. He fell down at my feet, and the other feeing the fate of his comrade made his...the bed to recover my breath, and lofs of fpirits. • Thcfe creatures were of the fize of a large maftiff, but infinitely more nimble and fierce ; fo... | |
| 1797 - 522 sivua
...any mifchief. He fell down at my feet, and the other feeing the fate of his comrade made his cfcape, but not without one good wound on the back, which...the bed to recover my breath, and lofs of fpirits. Thefe creatures were of the fizeof a large malliff, but infinitely more nimble and fierce, fo that,... | |
| Jonathan Swift - 1801 - 406 sivua
...any mischief. He fell down at my feet, and the other seeing the fate of his comrade made his escape, but not without one good wound on the back, which...gently to and fro on the bed, to recover my breath, and loss of spirits. These creatures were of the size of a large mastiff, but infinitely more nimble and... | |
| Jonathan Swift - 1812 - 374 sivua
...any mischief. He fell down at my feet, and the other seeiug the fate of his comrade made his escape, but not without one good wound on the back, which...gently to and fro on the bed, to recover my breath, and loss of spirits. These creatures were of the size of a large mastiffj but infinitely more nimble and... | |
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