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" Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight! "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead... "
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Szerkesztette: - 1883
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 oldal
...gasped Joris, " for Aix is in sight!" " How they'll greet us!" —and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there...red for his eyesockets' rim. Then I cast loose my buff-coat, each holster let fall. Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the...

The Christian Examiner and Religious Miscellany, 48. kötet

1850 - 536 oldal
...lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which could alone save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits...And with circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim. IX. " Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt...

The Christian remembrancer; or, The Churchman's Biblical ..., 11. kötet

1846 - 534 oldal
...greet us," and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And then was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news...And with circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim. IX. ' Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt...

New York Illustrated Magazine Annual

1847 - 592 oldal
...fronted many a shivering lance, will yet save the lovers, for see how he flies, " With his nostrJs like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-socketó' rim." Do not despair, then, of meeting them next month enjoying the rewaid of their devotion....

Poems: A blot in the 'scutcheon

Robert Browning - 1850 - 436 oldal
..." for Aix is in sight ! " VIII. " How they 'll greet us ! " — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there...red for his eye-sockets' rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the...

Christian Examiner and Theological Review

1850 - 538 oldal
...ID eight! ' •' ll i >,*•;« HOW they •fl'gtWtts!'' — andiuTih atabhtem His roan,1'1 Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; •-' And there was my Roland to bear the whale weight Of the news which could alone save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full...

Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places and People

Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 oldal
...for Aix is in sight! . " How they'll greet us!"—and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and crop over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland...red for his eye-sockets' rim. Then I cast loose my buff-coat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the...

The Standard Speaker: Containing Exercises in Prose and Poetry for ...

Epes Sargent - 1852 - 570 oldal
...Joris, " for Aix is in sight ! " " How they 'll greet us ! " — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there...red for his eye-sockets' rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the...

Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places, and People, 1. kötet

Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 344 oldal
...for Aix is in sight ! " How they'll greet us !" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and crop over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland...of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for bis eye-sockets' rim. Then I cast loose my buff-coat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots,...

The Standard Speaker: Containing Exercises in Prose and Poetry for ...

Epes Sargent - 1852 - 570 oldal
..." for Aix is in sight ! " " How they 'll greet us ! " — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neek and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was...nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with cireles of red for his eye-sockets' rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook...




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