 | Charles William Smith (professor of elocution.) - 1857 - 338 Seiten
...through it there rolled not 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...dew on his brow and the rust on his mail : And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1857 - 428 Seiten
...through it there rolled not 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...dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows... | |
 | John George Hodgins - 1857 - 230 Seiten
...through it there rolled not 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...With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; The tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lancea unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows... | |
 | Thomas Buckley Smith - 1858 - 310 Seiten
...through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride ; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the tun, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And...dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows... | |
 | Charles Rogers - 1859 - 304 Seiten
...through it there rolled not 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...dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows... | |
 | Harvey Marriott - 1859 - 284 Seiten
...through it there rolled not 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...dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows... | |
 | 1859 - 374 Seiten
...through it there roll'd not 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. •...dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were ah' silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows... | |
 | Severn river - 1859 - 408 Seiten
...through it there rolled not 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...dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpets unblown. And the widows... | |
 | William Garden Blaikie - 1859 - 492 Seiten
...throiiEh it there rolled not 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...dew on his brow and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown." Not long after... | |
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And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not 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 and pale,... 
