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" Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the... "
Self-culture in Reading, Speaking, and Conversation: Designed for the Use of ... - 103. oldal
szerző: William Sherwood - 1856 - 383 oldal
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1815 - 53 oldal
...leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. III. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd ; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and...

The works of ... lord Byron, 4. kötet

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1815
...leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. III. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and...

The works of ... lord Byron, 4. kötet

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1816
...leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. III. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,...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...

The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte ...

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1817
...leaves of the forest when Autumn hath , blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. III. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,...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...

The works of ... lord Byron, 3-4. kötet

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1818
...host on the inoirow lay withered and strown. in. For the Angel of Death spread his wings cmtheblaxl. And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;...sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but ones heaved, and for ever grew still ! IV. And there lay the steed with his nostril .nil wide, But...

The Methodist Review

1819
...the Angel of Death spread his wingi on the blast, And hrentlied in the face of the foe as he paoed : And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,...ever grew still ! And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled nut the hreath of Ml pride: And the foam of his gasping...

The Literary Gazette: A Weekly Journal of Literature, Science, and ..., 3. kötet

William Jerdan, William Ring Workman, Charles Wycliffe Goodwin, Frederick Arnold, John Morley - 1819
...Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn had blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he pnst; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly am ehill, And their hearts but once bcav'd, and for...

The New Whig Guide

Henry John Temple Palmerston (Viscount), John Wilson Croker, Robert Peel - 1819 - 240 oldal
...leaves of the forest when Antumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown. III. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he past ; DEBATE ON THE NAVY ESTIMATES. 1. Old TIERNEY came down like a wolf on the fold, And his phalanx...

Lord Byron's Works: vol.1, 4, 5

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821
...leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. III. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,...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...

The Wesleyan-Methodist Magazine, 42. kötet

1819
...Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,...ever grew still ! And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride: And the foam of his gasping...




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