 | George Campbell Macaulay - 1908 - Страниц: 280
...written by Thomson, — and the rest contributed by a friend, we come finally to Murdoch. : — " Full oft by holy feet our ground was trod ; Of clerks good plenty here you mote espy. A little, round, fat, oily man of God, Was one I chiefly mark'd among the fry : He had a roguish... | |
 | James Thomson - 1908 - Страниц: 550
...repeat. LXIX Full oft by holy feet our ground was trod ; Of clerks good plenty here you mote espy. A little, round, fat, oily man of God Was one I chiefly marked among the fry : He had a roguish twinkle in his eye, And shone all glittering with ungodly dew,... | |
 | Modern Language Association of America - 1911 - Страниц: 828
...of Chaucer in the waggish description of Murdoch, Thomson's pastoral friend and biographer. f" Full oft by holy feet our ground was trod ; Of clerks good plenty here you mote espy. A little, round, fat, oily man of God Was one I chiefly mark'd among the fry : He had a roguish... | |
 | George Benjamin Woods - 1916 - Страниц: 1604
...repeat.2 Full oft by holy feet our ground was trod: Of clerks8 good plenty here you mote espy. 615 marked among the fry : He had a roguish twinkle in his eye, 1 tragic (Thespla was the reputed founder... | |
 | Harko Gerrit de Maar - 1924 - Страниц: 268
...biographer, is almost as good as the Prologue to the Canterbury Tales; but it is not romantic: — "Full oft by holy feet our ground was trod; Of clerks good plenty here you mote espy. A little, round, fat, oily man of God Was one I chiefly mark'd among the fry: He had a roguish... | |
 | David Nichol Smith - 1926 - Страниц: 744
...scares their tender Sleep, with Trump profound ; Then out again he flies, to wing his mazy Round. Full oft by Holy Feet our Ground was trod, Of Clerks good Plenty here you mote espy. A little, round, fat, oily Man of God, Was one I chiefly mark'd among the Fry : He had a roguish... | |
 | Kathleen Winifred Campbell - 1926 - Страниц: 220
...Train ; Oft moralizing sage ; his ditty sweet He loathed much to write, ne cared to repeat. LXIX Full oft by Holy Feet our Ground was trod, Of Clerks good Plenty here you mote espy. A little, round, fat, oily Man of God, Was one I chiefly mark'd among the Fry : He had a roguish... | |
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Full oft by holy feet our ground was trod, Of clerks good plenty here you mote espy. A little, round, fat, oily man of God, Was one I chiefly mark'd among the fry : He had a roguish twinkle in his eye, And shone all glittering with ungodly dew, If a tight... 
