| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1841 - 380 páginas
...ever gn' And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide. Hut through it there roll'd not the hreath of his pride : And the foam of his, gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray ot the rock-heating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his hrow, and... | |
| Charles Walton Sanders - 1849 - 316 páginas
...steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride j And tv>e foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. 6. And there lay the rider, distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail... | |
| Samuel Kirkham - 1842 - 386 páginas
...the eyes of the sleepers' . . waxed 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 rolled not the breath of hid pride'; And the foam of his gasping", lay white on the turf, And cold... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1843 - 576 páginas
...deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still ! HEBREW MELODIES. IV. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,...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 ;... | |
| John Epy Lovell - 1843 - 524 páginas
...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 foam of his 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... | |
| Robert Gordon Latham - 1843 - 236 páginas
...ever grew still. 4. And the>e 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 lay white on the turf, And c61d as the spray of the r6ck-beating surf. 5. 6. And the widows of A'shur are loud in their wail,... | |
| Robert Gordon LATHAM - 1843 - 236 páginas
...£ver grew still. 4. And th£re 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 lay white on the tfirf, And c61d as the spray of the r6ck-beating surf. 5. 6. And the widows of A'shur are loud in their... | |
| Daniel Gardner - 1844 - 336 páginas
...the leaves of the forest, when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow, lay wither'cl and strown. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,...gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray on the rock beating surf. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in... | |
| John Epy Lovell - 1844 - 900 páginas
...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 foam of his 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... | |
| 1863 - 518 páginas
...better ; and Mr. Patmore's alterations are of the same irritating and contemptible kind. Byron wrote " And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of bis pride ;" Mr. Patmore can not leave this alone. In the first line he reads nostrils for nostril... | |
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