 And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the 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.  Moral and Sacred Poetry - Стр. 203авторы: Thomas Willcocks - 1829 - Страниц: 296Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - Страниц: 378
...for ever grew still. And there lay tho steed with hia nostril all wide' But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride ; And the foam of his...rust on his mail , And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1832 - Страниц: 428
...for ever grew still ! 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...rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. SELECT EXTRACTS FOR RECITATION. 63 And the... | |
 | Joseph Emerson - 1832 - Страниц: 122
...But through it there roll'd not the breath of And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, 15 And cold, as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And...rust on his mail ? And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. 20 And the widows of Ashurare loud in their... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1832 - Страниц: 488
...once heaved, and 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...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... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - Страниц: 858
...still. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the hreath of his pride , And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-heating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his hrow and the rust... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1832 - Страниц: 488
...of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still ! And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail; \ii'l the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1834 - Страниц: 360
...corpses.— Iialak. 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...spray of the rock-beating surf'. And there lay the jider', distorted and pale', With the dew on his brow', and the rust on his mail'; And the tents were... | |
 | England - 1835 - Страниц: 794
...once heav'd and 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...rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1835 - Страниц: 348
...ever grew still ! IV. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolFd 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 ,... | |
 | 1852 - Страниц: 1000
...there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his prise; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf....rock-beating surf. " And there lay the rider, distorted snd pale. With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners... | |
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