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" Rush'd like a torrent down upon the vale, Sweeping our flocks and herds. "
Bell's British Theatre, Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays... - 56 ÆäÀÌÁö
ÀúÀÚ: John Bell - 1778
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The Sublime and Beautiful of Scripture: Being Essays on Select Passages of ...

Mr. Pratt (Samuel Jackson) - 1782 - 272 ÆäÀÌÁö
...my fire denied. This moon which rofe laft night, round as my fhield, Had not yet fill'd her horns, when, by her light, A band of fierce barbarians, from the hills, Rufl-.'d like a tea-rent down upon the vale, Sweeping our flocks and herds. Tfie mepherds fled For...
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Lessons in Elocution, Or, A Selection of Pieces in Prose and Verse: For the ...

William Scott - 1789 - 416 ÆäÀÌÁö
...Had not yet 6ll'd her*horns, whan, by her light, A band of fierce barbarians, from the hills, Hufh'd, like a torrent, down upon the vale, Sweeping our flocks and herds. The iiit phtrds fled For fafety and for fuccour, I alone, With bended bow and quiver full of arrows, Hover'd...
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British Theatre: The mourning bride, by Mr. Congreve. 1791. Douglas, by John ...

John Bell - 1791 - 294 ÆäÀÌÁö
...my sire deny'd. This moon which rose last night, round as my shield, Had not yet fill'd her horns, when, by her light, A band of fierce barbarians, from the hills, Rush'd like a torrent down upon the vale, Sweeping our flocks and herds. The shepherds fled For safety...
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Jones's British Theatre, 4±Ç

William Jones - 1795 - 368 ÆäÀÌÁö
...This moon which rofe laft night, round as my fhield, Had not yet fill'd her horns, when, by her lightf A band of fierce barbarians, from the hills, Rufh'd...upon the vale, Sweeping our flocks and herds. The Ihepherds fled For fafety and for fuccour. I alone, With bended bow, and quiver full of arrows, Hover...
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Elegant Extracts: Or, Useful and Entertaining Pieces of Poetry, Selected for ...

Vicesimus Knox - 1796 - 476 ÆäÀÌÁö
...what my fire denied. This moon, which rofe la(t night round as mj ibield, Had not yet fill'd her homs, when, by her light : A band of fierce barbarians from the hills Ruurd like a torrent down upon the vale, Sweeping our flocks and herds. The flicpherd fled "or fafety,...
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Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays, 3±Ç

John Bell - 1797 - 462 ÆäÀÌÁö
...my sire deny'd. This moon which rose last night, round as my shield, Had not yet fill'd her horns, when, by her light, A band of fierce barbarians, from the hills, Rush'd like a torrent down upon the vale, Sweeping our flocks and herds. The shepherds fled For safety...
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Bell's British Theatre: Douglas, by J. Home. ... The alchymist, altered from ...

1797 - 462 ÆäÀÌÁö
...my sire deny'd. This moon which rose last night, round as my shield, Had not yet fill'd her horns, when, by her light, A band of fierce barbarians, from the hills, Rush'd like a torrent down upon the vale, Sweeping our flocks and herds. The shepherds fled For safety...
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The Fair Penitent: A Tragedy

Nicholas Rowe - 1797 - 452 ÆäÀÌÁö
...my sire deny'd. This moon which rose last night, round as my shield, Had not yet fill'd her horns, when, by her light, A band of fierce barbarians, from the hills, Rush'd like a torrent down upon the vale, Sweeping our flocks and herds. The shepherds fled For safety...
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The Speaker Or Miscellaneous Pieces Selected from the Best English Writers ...

William Enfield - 1804 - 418 ÆäÀÌÁö
...not yet filled her horns , when , by her light y A band of fierce barbarians, from the hills, Rush'd like a torrent down upon the vale , Sweeping our flocks and herds. The shepherds fled For safety and for succour. I alone With bended bow and quiver full of arrows , Hover'd...
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The British Drama: Tragedies. 2 v

1804 - 486 ÆäÀÌÁö
...my sire denied. This moon, which rose last night, round as my shield, Had not yet filled her horns, when, by her light, A band of fierce barbarians, from the hills, Rushed, like a torrent, down upon the vale, {»weeping our flocks and herds. The shepherds fled For...
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