 | George Croly - 1849 - 428 Seiten
[ Der Inhalt dieser Seite ist beschränkt. ] | |
 | 1856 - 1270 Seiten
...the breath of his pride ; And the foam of hia gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted...silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpets unblown. And the widows of ASHUR are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temples... | |
 | Robert Gordon Latham - 1849 - 118 Seiten
...mail ; And the t£nts were all silent, the banners a!6ne, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unb!6wn. 6. And the widows of A'shur are loud in their wail, And...the might of the Gentile unsmote by the sword Hath mflted like sn6w in the glance of the Lord. — BYRON. § 186. In the English language the disyllabic... | |
 | 1850 - 300 Seiten
...the breath of his pride ; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted...Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow at the glance of the Lord ! THE HAVEN. WHEN the dangerous rocks are pass'd, — When the threatening... | |
 | George Croly - 1850 - 442 Seiten
...the breuth of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted...rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the baaners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. THE EAST. Know ye the land where the cypress... | |
 | Robert Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - 524 Seiten
...the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted...With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; The tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows... | |
 | William Enfield, James Pycroft - 1851 - 422 Seiten
...the breath of his pride, And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted...tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances uulifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1851 - 780 Seiten
...the breath of his pride: And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted...tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unliftcd, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are laid in their wail, And the idols are broke... | |
| |
And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord! 
