 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1815 - 72 страници
...'•.' "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...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 dew on his brow, and the... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1816 - 234 страници
...their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still! IV. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of...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 dew on his brow, and the... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1817 - 226 страници
...their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still! IV. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of...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 dew on his brow, and the... | |
 | 1818 - 384 страници
...Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, grew still. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of...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 ou his brow, and the rust... | |
 | Henry John Temple Palmerston (Viscount), John Wilson Croker, Robert Peel - 1819 - 258 страници
...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...lay white on the 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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 страници
...their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still. IV. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of...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 dew on his brow, and the... | |
 | 1819 - 996 страници
...their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still ! And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of...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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1822 - 614 страници
...for ever grew still ! 4And 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...lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. 5. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the... | |
 | 1822 - 494 страници
...grew still ! And there lie the steed, with his nostrils all wide — But through them there roll'd not the breath of his pride ; And the foam of his gasping lie white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beaten surf. And there lie the rider, distorted... | |
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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. 
