 | Raymond Coppinger, Lorna Coppinger - 2001 - 362 pages
...discord, such sweet thunder. Theseus: My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flewed1, so sanded2; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Crook-kneed, and dewlapped3 like Thessalian bulls; Slow in pursuit, but matched in mouth like bells . . . — A Midsummer... | |
 | Edward Dowden - 1962 - 434 pages
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 | 1984 - 440 pages
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 | William Shakespeare - 1989 - 1286 pages
...musical a discord, such sweet thunder. THESEUS. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, ef mortality. Under this conjuration, speak, my lord; For we will hear, note, and believe in hea dew-lapt like Thessalian bulls Slow in pursuit, but matent in mouth like bells, Each under each. A... | |
 | Will Shetterly - 2002 - 454 pages
...way home. As we walked in, Mr. Shale said, "My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, so flewed, so sanded; and their heads are hung with ears that sweep away the morning dew; crook-kneed, and dew-lapped like the Thessalian bulls; slow in pursuit, but matched in mouth like bells." Pa said, "Excuse... | |
 | Raymond Coppinger, Lorna Coppinger - 2002 - 358 pages
...discord, such sweet thunder. Theseus: My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flewed', so sanded2; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Crook-kneed, and dewlapped3 like Thessalian bulls; Slow in pursuit, but matched in mouth like bells . . . — A Midsummer... | |
 | Steve Smith - 2002 - 240 pages
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 | G. Wilsin Knight - 2002 - 368 pages
...musical a discord, such sweet thunder. Theseus. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded, and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never holla'd... | |
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My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded " ; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-knee'd, and dew-lap'd like Thessalian bulls; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each. 
