 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.  Moral and Sacred Poetry - Pàgina 203per Thomas Willcocks - 1829 - 296 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1815 - 324 pàgines
...heaved, and for ever grew still ! IV. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride : And...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 ;... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1815 - 230 pàgines
...heaved, and for ever grew still! IV. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride: And the...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;... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1816 - 234 pàgines
...ever grew still! IV. 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...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;... | |
 | 1816 - 926 pàgines
...well comports , , tne turf with the uiihalfhwed ferocity o/lus And »id auhe «p«y of i • Л lid there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew...brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all ailent, the banners alone, The lances uuliftcd, the trumpet unblown. "And the widows of Asluir are... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1817 - 226 pàgines
...ever grew still! IV. 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...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;... | |
 | 1818 - 384 pàgines
...the blast, grew still. 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...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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1818 - 336 pàgines
...ever grew still ! IV. And there lay the steed with his nostril .nil wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his...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... | |
 | Henry John Temple Palmerston (Viscount), John Wilson Croker, Robert Peel - 1819 - 258 pàgines
...heav'd, and for ever grew still ! IT. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride ; And...turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. T. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail:... | |
 | 1819 - 494 pàgines
...pride: And the foam of his gasping lay white on the 110% And cold as the spray of the rock.heating surf. And there lay the rider, distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the nut on his mail, And the tents were all silent, the hanners atone, The lances unllfted, the trumpet... | |
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