 | Claude Vignon - 1851 - 226 страници
...pride. And ihe foam of bis gasping, lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray, of rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on bis brow, and the rust on his mail. And the lents were ail silent the banners alone, The lances unlifted,... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1852 - 568 страници
...And the foam of his gasping lay white on the tnrf, 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 ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpets unblown. And... | |
 | Scottish school-book assoc - 1852 - 248 страници
...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 ! And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown ! And... | |
 | 1982 - 348 страници
...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; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the... | |
 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 страници
...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; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the... | |
 | Robert Atwan, Laurance Wieder - 1993 - 514 страници
...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; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the... | |
 | George Gordon Byron - 1994 - 884 страници
...pride ; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-betting V. Hea 9= And the tente were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. VI. And... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 страници
...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: And the tents wrere all silent, the banners alone. The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. 20 And... | |
 | John F. A. Sawyer - 1996 - 336 страници
...the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved and forever grew still . . . 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 . . . And... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1996 - 868 страници
...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 dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, 20 The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. VI And... | |
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And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal, And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! Lord Byron. 
