 | Emily Taylor - 1839 - 304 страници
...eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and 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 gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as... | |
 | J. W. Anderson, Richard Cull - 1840 - 172 страници
...fall, | And | Death | — f and | Night — | f and | Chaos | mingle | all!) TRIPLE TIME RHYTHMUS. AND | there lay the | steed with his | nostril all...on the | turf, | And | cold as the | spray of the | rock beating | surf. | 1 1 | 1 1 | And | there lay the | rider distorted and | pale, | With the |... | |
 | J. W. Anderson, Richard Cull - 1840 - 180 страници
...| fall, | And | Death | — T and | Night — | f andj Chaos | mingle) all! | TRIPLE TIME RHYTHMUS. AND | there lay the | steed with his | nostril all...on the | turf, | And | cold as the | spray of the | rock beating | surf, j 11 1 1*1 j And | there lay the | rider dis|torted and | pale, | With the |... | |
 | Charles Bucke - 1841 - 370 страници
...of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still. " And there lay the steed, with his nostril all wide....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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1841 - 380 страници
...ever gn' And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide. Hut through it there roll'd not the hreath of his pride : And the foam of his, gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray ot the rock-heating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his hrow, and... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1841 - 998 страници
...of the sleepers wai'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still! roll'd not the breath of his pride: Aud the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as... | |
 | George W. Burnap - 1841 - 288 страници
...eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and 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 gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as... | |
 | Andrew Comstock - 1841 - 410 страници
...; | And the foam of Ais gasping lay white on the turf, | And cold as the spray on the rocA-beating surf. | And there lay the rider, | distorted and pale, | With the dew on Ais brow | and the rust on Ais mail ; | And the tents were all silent, | the banners alone, | The lances... | |
 | Charles Walton Sanders - 1849 - 316 страници
...the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved — and for ever grew stiP, 4. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,...through it there rolled not the breath of his pride j And tv>e foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1842 - 386 страници
...sleepers' . . waxed deadly and chill', And their hearts but once heaved', and forever grew still'. And there lay the steed', with his nostril all wide'; But through it there rolled not the breath of hid pride'; And the foam of his gasping", lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating... | |
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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. Afid there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail:... 
