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" 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 lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. "
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The works of ... lord Byron, 4. kötet

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1816 - 234 oldal
...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 - 226 oldal
...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 Pocket Magazine of Classics and Polite Literature, 2. kötet

1818 - 384 oldal
...That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, grew still. And there lay the steed with his nostril...there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew ou his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances...

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

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1818 - 336 oldal
...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...

Lord Byron's Works ...

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 oldal
...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 - 996 oldal
...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...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....

The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His Works

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1824 - 234 oldal
...of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still! And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,...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....

The complete works of lord Byron with a biogr. and critical notice ..., 7. kötet

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 546 oldal
...for ever grew still ! 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...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....

The works of lord Byron

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1826 - 852 oldal
...with hi* nostril all vide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of hie pride: And the foam of Mi gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray...distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail ; And the tente were all silent, tin; banners alone, The lances im lifteil, the trumpet...

Death on the Pale Horse

John BRUCE (Minister of Low Hill Cemetery, Liverpool.) - 1827 - 240 oldal
...for ever grew still. 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...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....




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