 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, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail...  Songs of Three Centuries - Seite 125herausgegeben von - 1875 - 352 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Johann Sporschil - 1838 - 510 Seiten
...fíe, b. f>. tíjeite fie in u)re güpe, «nb gebe bie ©teile bet CEáfut nn, roo eine »orfommt: And there lay, the rider distorted and pale, With...tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances uiilifted, the trumpet unblown. ' (Byron.) 'Tis midnight : on the mountains brown , The cold round... | |
 | Samuel Putnam - 1838 - 242 Seiten
...once 'heaved, and *(br«^£ «^st ill And there lay the 'steed with his nostrils alljyide, But thro' them there rolled not the breath of his pride, And...lay white on the turf, And cold as the 'spray of the 'rock-.ueatin^urf. And there lay the rider 'distorted and pale, X^ With the dew on his brow, and tto»rust... | |
 | Thomas Johnstone Aitkin - 1838 - 558 Seiten
...hand, Byron writes : " And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride ; And the foam of his...turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf." Progressive Development of Animal Heat. — Previous to birth, the animal shares the heat of the mother;... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1839 - 362 Seiten
...heaved', and forever grew still'. And there lay the steed', with his nostril all wide'; Bat through it there rolled not the breath of his pride'; And the...were all silent', the banners', alone', The lances', unlifted', the trumpet', unblown'. And the widows of Ashcr' . . are loud in their wail'; And the idols... | |
 | Emily Taylor - 1839 - 306 Seiten
...forever grew still ! And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride ; And the foam of his...tents were all silent, the banners alone. The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke... | |
 | Jewel - 1839 - 352 Seiten
...for ever grew still. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his...tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke... | |
 | Emily Taylor - 1839 - 304 Seiten
...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...tents were all silent, the banners alone. The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1839 - 232 Seiten
...for ever grew still. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his...turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. T And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ;... | |
 | Christian - 1840 - 318 Seiten
...and for ever grew still. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But thro' it there roll'd not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping...tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke... | |
 | Christian - 1840 - 312 Seiten
...and for ever grew still. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But thro' it there roll'd not the breath of his pride ; And the foam of his...tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke... | |
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