 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1824 - 234 oldal
...hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still! And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And...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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 546 oldal
...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 spray of the rock-beating surf. And...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... | |
 | John BRUCE (Minister of Low Hill Cemetery, Liverpool.) - 1827 - 240 oldal
...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 spray of the rock-beating surf. And...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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Isaac Nathan - 1829 - 268 oldal
...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 spray of the rock-beating surf. And...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... | |
 | Samuel Putnam - 1831 - 236 oldal
...thro' them 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....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... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 378 oldal
...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...widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile unsmoteby the sword, Hath melted like... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1832 - 488 oldal
...And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail; \ii'l the tents were all silent, the banners alone, 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... | |
 | England - 1835 - 794 oldal
...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 spray of the rock-beating surf. And...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... | |
 | John Epy Lovell - 1836 - 534 oldal
...the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray on the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider, distorted...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 swold, Hath melted like... | |
 | 1852 - 1000 oldal
...the turf. And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. " And there lay the rider, distorted snd pale. With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his...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... | |
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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 widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are... 
