 | Epes Sargent - 1852 - 570 oldal
...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. And...dew on his brow and the rust on his mail ; And the (cuts were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpets unblown. And the widows... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 oldal
...And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. 5. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the...tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances uplifted, the trumpet unblown. 6. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are... | |
 | Eliza Smith (clergyman's daughter.) - 1852 - 352 oldal
...through it there rolTd 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. '...pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mall ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.... | |
 | 1853 - 244 oldal
...the breath of his pride ; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And eold as the spray on the rock-beating surf. " And there lay the rider,...were all silent — the banners alone, The lances unlifted — the trumpets unblown. ** And the widows of Ashur were loud in their wail, And the idols... | |
 | W H Cordeaux - 1853 - 118 oldal
...pride ; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock beaten surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale,...tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, 3 And the idols are... | |
 | 1982 - 348 oldal
...through 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. And...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 broke... | |
 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 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...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 broke... | |
 | Robert Atwan, Laurance Wieder - 1993 - 514 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...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 broke... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 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...his brow, and the rust on his mail: And the tents wrere all silent, the banners alone. The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. 20 And the widows of... | |
 | John F. A. Sawyer - 1996 - 336 oldal
...the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved and forever grew still . . . And there lay the rider, distorted and pale, With...tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown . . . And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted... | |
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And 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 snow in the glance of the Lord! 
