 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 oldal
...mail: And the tents wrere all silent, the banners alone. The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. 20 And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And...sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord! From CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE From CANTO HI I Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child! Ada!... | |
 | Stanley Appelbaum - 1996 - 260 oldal
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 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1996 - 868 oldal
...mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, 20 The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. VI And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And...sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord! 1 Napoleon 's Farewell (From the French) Farewell to the Land, where the gloom of my Glory Arose and... | |
 | Wilbur Fields - 1996 - 678 oldal
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 | Cynthia Ozick - 1996 - 358 oldal
...sudden, for the first time, pressed between Southey's sigh ("How beautiful is night!") and Byron's "And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,.../ Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord" — to come upon Sterne, just like that, is to come upon an unexpected human fact. Such textbooks filled... | |
 | John F. A. Sawyer - 1996 - 336 oldal
...mail. And the 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 like snow in the glance of the Lord! No doubt readers of Byron's poem, which is dated 19 February 1815, used these dramatic images to celebrate... | |
 | Mary Oliver - 1998 - 212 oldal
...mail: And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. VI And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And...sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord! Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake... | |
 | John Hollander - 1999 - 264 oldal
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 | Stephen C. Doyle - 1999 - 184 oldal
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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... 
