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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. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail;... "
The Pocket Magazine of Classics and Polite Literature - 231. oldal
1818
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The works of ... lord Byron, 4. kötet

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1815
...the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And 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 roll'd not the breath of his pride: And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as....

Hebrew Melodies, 1. kötet

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1815 - 43 oldal
...hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still ! 1 s .' 1' . - * '/..?.• -1; ! '•.' "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 gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as...

The works of ... lord Byron, 4. kötet

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1816
...the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still! IV. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,...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;...

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

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1817
...the sleepers waxed deadly and chill. And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still! IV. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,...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 hig mail;...

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

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1818
...hearts but ones heaved, and for ever grew still ! IV. And there lay the steed with his nostril .nil wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of...lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock -beating siuf. .VAnd there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the...

The Methodist Review, 2. kötet

1819
...And the eyes 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, But through it there rolled nut the hreath of Ml pride: And the foam of his gasping lay white on the 110% And cold as the spray...

The New Whig Guide

Henry John Temple Palmerston (Viscount), John Wilson Croker, Robert Peel - 1819 - 240 oldal
...the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heav'd, and for 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 gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as...

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

William Jerdan, William Ring Workman, Frederick Arnold, John Morley, Charles Wycliffe Goodwin - 1819
...And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly am ehill, And their hearts but once bcav'd, and for ere; grew still ! And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide But throngh'it there roll'd not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf...

Lord Byron's Works ...

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821
...the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still. IV. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,...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 ;...

The Wesleyan-Methodist Magazine, 42. kötet

1819
...And the eyes 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...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...




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