 | Joseph Foulkes Winks - 1853 - 786 oldal
...as the spray of the rock -heating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail ; And the tents...silent, the banners alone, The lances uplifted, the trumpets unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple... | |
 | Forget-Me-Not, Forget-me-not - 1853 - 138 oldal
...spray of the rock-beating surf. pride; 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 broke... | |
 | W H Cordeaux - 1853 - 118 oldal
...as the spray of the rock beaten surf. 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, 3 And the idols are... | |
 | 1853 - 244 oldal
...the spray on the rock-beating surf. " 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 trumpets unblown. ** And the widows of Ashur were loud in their wail, And the idols... | |
 | George Croly - 1854 - 426 oldal
...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 ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are laid in their wail, And the idols are broke... | |
 | 1982 - 348 oldal
...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; 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 broke... | |
 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 oldal
...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; 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 broke... | |
 | Robert Atwan, Laurance Wieder - 1993 - 514 oldal
...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; 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 broke... | |
 | John F. A. Sawyer - 1996 - 336 oldal
...once heaved and forever grew still . . . 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 might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1996 - 868 oldal
...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; 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... | |
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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! 
