 It is not noon— the Sunbow's rays still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's waving column O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular, And fling its lines of foaming light along, And to and fro, like the pale courser's...  The Poetical Works of Lord Byron - Страница 18по George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1873Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | John Murray (Firm) - 1811 - 618 страници
...indescribiOie. " — Juai'iuil. " It is not noon — the sunbow's rays still arch The torrent with the many hnrs of heaven. And roll the sheeted silver's waving column...perpendicular, And fling its lines of foaming light along, And lo and fro, like the pale courser's tail, The giaut steed to be bestrode by Death, As told in ihe Apocalypse."... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1817 - 98 страници
...II. A lower Valley in the Alps.— A Cataract. Enter MANFBED. It is not noon — the sunbow's rays ' still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven,...Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in the Apocalypse. No eyes But mine now drink this sight of loveliness ; I should be sole in this sweet solitude,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1818 - 210 страници
...II. A lower Valley in the Alps. — A Cataract. Enter MANFRED. It is not noon — the sunbow's rays ' still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven,...Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in the Apocalypse. No eyes But mine now drink this sight of loveliness ; f I should be sole in this sweet... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1818 - 216 страници
...II. A lower Valley in the Alps. — A Cataract. Enter MANFRED. It is not noon — the sunbow's rays ' still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven....Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in the Apocalypse. No eyes But mine now drink this sight of loveliness ; I should be sole in this sweet solitude.... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1819 - 88 страници
...II. A lower Valley in the Alps. A Cataract. Enter MANFRED. It is not noon — the sunbow's rays (0 still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven,...Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in the Apocalypse. No eyes But mine now drink this sight of loveliness ; I should be sole in this sweet solitude,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1820 - 306 страници
...II. A lower Valley in the Alps. A Cataract. Enter MANFRED. It is not noon— the sunbow's rays (1) still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven,...Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in the Apocalypse. No eyes But mine now drink this sight of loveliness ; I should be sole in this sweet solitude,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 страници
...noon — the sunbow's rays ' still arch The torrent with tne many hues of heaven, And roll lhe iheeted silver's waving column O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular,...Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death , As told in the Apocalypse. No eyes But mine now drink this sight of loveliness ; I should be sole in this sweet solitude,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 304 страници
...SCENE II. A lower Valley in the Alps. A Cataract. Enter MANFRED. It is not noon—the sunbow's raysO still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven,...perpendicular, And fling its lines of foaming light along, And.to and fro, like the pale courser's tail, The Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1822 - 614 страници
...II. A lower J^alley in the Alps — A Cataract. Enter MANFRED. It is not noon — the sunbow's rays 1 still arch The "torrent with the many hues of heaven,...Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in the Apocalypse. No eyes But mine now drink this sight of loveliness ; I should be sole in this sweet solitude,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1823 - 310 страници
...A lower Valley In the Alps. A Cataract. • Enter MANFHED. It is not noon — the sunbow's rays (0 still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven,...Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in the Apocalypse. No eyes But mine now drink this sight of loveliness ; I should be sole in this sweet solitude,... | |
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