 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1815 - 230 strani
...ever grew still! IV. 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 gasping...turf, And cold as. the spray of the rock-beating surf. V. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail;... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1815 - 72 strani
...'•.' "Vr i '. .; IV. 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. V. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ;... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1815 - 324 strani
...And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. V. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the...brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. VI. And the widows of Ashur... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1816 - 234 strani
...the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still! IV. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,...turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. V. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail;... | |
 | 1816 - 926 strani
...well comports , , tne turf with the uiihalfhwed ferocity o/lus And »id auhe «p«y of i • Л lid there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew...brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all ailent, the banners alone, The lances uuliftcd, the trumpet unblown. "And the widows of Asluir... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1817 - 226 strani
...the sleepers waxed deadly and chill. And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still! IV. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,...turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. V. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on hig mail;... | |
 | 1818 - 384 strani
...the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, grew still. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,...there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew ou his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1818 - 336 strani
...hearts but ones heaved, and for ever grew still ! IV. And there lay the steed with his nostril .nil wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of...lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock -beating siuf. .VAnd there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the... | |
 | Henry John Temple Palmerston (Viscount), John Wilson Croker, Robert Peel - 1819 - 258 strani
...ever grew still ! IT. 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:... | |
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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... 
