 ... power. At last he faltered on his path; I goaded, but the goad was vain. Where was I ? with the sun's full wrath Around me on the desert plain. "What an unthought-of goal I'd won! Mercy! what wildering race I'd run! 'Twould soon be o'er; my failing...  Dick Turpin - Page 269by Henry Downes Miles - 1840 - 323 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1849 - 560 pages
...! what wildering race I'd run ! Twould soon be o'er, my failing horse Was strangely wheeling on his course: His strength was out, his spirit flagged,...neck, Were white with rifts of foaming fleck. His labored breath was quick and short, His nostrils heaved with gasping snort ; He tottered on, — his... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1853 - 542 pages
...what wildering race I'd run ! 'T would soon be o'er, my failing horse Was strangely wheeling on his course His strength was out, his spirit flagged, His...neck, Were white with rifts of foaming fleck. His labored breath was quick and short, His nostrils heaved with gasping snort ; He tottered on, — his... | |
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