 But 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. Afid there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail:...  A poetical grammar of the English language - Pàgina 122per Robert Clarke (schoolmaster.) - 1855Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1835 - 348 pàgines
...the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still ! IV. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolFd not the breath of his pride: And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the... | |
 | John Epy Lovell - 1836 - 534 pàgines
...heaved, and for ever were still ? And there lay the steed with his nostrils all wide, But through them there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the...gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray on the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider, distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and... | |
 | 1852 - 1000 pàgines
...eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and caitt, And their hearts but once heav'd and for ever giew IB! " And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his prise; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf. And cold as... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1837 - 480 pàgines
...the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still ! And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride: Aud the foam of his gasping lay while on the turf, And cold as... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1837 - 328 pàgines
...the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still! And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But 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... | |
 | Samuel Putnam - 1838 - 242 pàgines
...'heaved, and *(br«^£ «^st ill And there lay the 'steed with his nostrils alljyide, But thro' them there rolled not the breath of his pride, And the...lay white on the turf, And cold as the 'spray of the 'rock-.ueatin^urf. And there lay the rider 'distorted and pale, X^ With the dew on his brow, and tto»rust... | |
 | Thomas Johnstone Aitkin - 1838 - 558 pàgines
...heat. We speak of life's warm stream, the glow of health, &c. ; and on the other hand, Byron writes : " And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But 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... | |
 | Alexander Campbell, Charles Louis Loos - 1838 - 584 pàgines
...his nostrils all wide, But through them there roll'd not the breath of his priJ» And the foam of hia gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beaten surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the Hew on hia brow and the nut... | |
 | Emily Taylor - 1839 - 304 pàgines
...the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and forever grew still! And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But 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... | |
 | Emily Taylor - 1839 - 306 pàgines
...the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and forever grew still ! And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But 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... | |
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