...through' it there roll'd not the breath of his pri'le; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the den- on his brow and the rust on his mail. And the tents were all silent, the hanners alone, The lances...

...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. And...banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And...

...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 the spray of the rock-beating surf. "...banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. " And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And...

...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 the spray of the rock-beating surf. "...his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alqjie, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. " And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,...

...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 the spray of the rock-beating surf. And...banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal, And...

...through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride ; And the foam of hia gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And...silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpets unblown. And the widows of ASHUR are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temples...

...of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still! And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the...banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And...

...of the r6ck-beating surf. 5. And there lay the rider dist6rted and pale, With the dew on his br6w, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alfine, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unb!6wn. 6. And the widows of A'shur are loud in their wafl,...

...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 the spray of the rock-beating surf. And...banners alone. The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal, And...

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