for Aix is in sight ! " "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils...
Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People - Seite 235
von Mary Russell Mitford - 1857 - 376 Seiten