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" for Aix is in sight! "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like... "
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The Standard Speaker: Containing Exercises in Prose and Poetry for ...

1854 - 576 oldal
...there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots,...

Recollections of a Literary Life

Mary Russell Mitford - 1855 - 580 oldal
...there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news, which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim. Then I cast loose my buff-coat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots,...

McGuffey's New Eclectic Speaker: Containing about Three Hundred Exercises ...

William Holmes McGuffey - 1858 - 516 oldal
...there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits, full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots,...

A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 438 oldal
...there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots,...

Folk Songs

John Williamson Palmer - 1861 - 540 oldal
...there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim. Then I cast loose my buff-coat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots,...

A First Class Reader: Consisting of Extracts, in Prose and Verse, with ...

George Stillman Hillard - 1861 - 562 oldal
...there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim. EL. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots,...

The Standard Speaker: Containing Exercises in Prose and Poetry for ...

Epes Sargent - 1862 - 564 oldal
...there was my Eoland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let Hi 11, Shook off both my jack-boots,...

The Children's Garland: From the Best Poets

Coventry Patmore - 1862 - 372 oldal
...there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim. Then I cast my loose buff-coat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots,...

Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert Browning

Robert Browning - 1863 - 430 oldal
...there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack -boots,...

The first (-sixth) 'Standard' reader, 5. kötet

James Stuart Laurie - 1863 - 264 oldal
...there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim. And all I remember is friends flocking round As I sat witli his head 'twixi my knees...




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