 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 lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.  Parnassus - Pagina 288geredigeerd door - 1875 - 534 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1816 - 234 pagina’s
...the sleepers waxed 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,...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 Byron Baron Byron - 1817 - 226 pagina’s
...the sleepers waxed 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,...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 pagina’s
...That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, grew still. And there lay the steed with his nostril...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 pagina’s
...hearts but ones heaved, and for ever grew still ! IV. And there lay the steed with his nostril .nil wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of...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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 pagina’s
...the sleepers waxed 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,...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 ;... | |
 | 1819 - 996 pagina’s
...And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still ! And there lay the steed with his nostril...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.... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1824 - 234 pagina’s
...of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still! And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,...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.... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 546 pagina’s
...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...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.... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1826 - 852 pagina’s
...with hi* nostril all vide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of hie pride: And the foam of Mi gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray...distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail ; And the tente were all silent, tin; banners alone, The lances im lifteil, the trumpet... | |
 | John BRUCE (Minister of Low Hill Cemetery, Liverpool.) - 1827 - 240 pagina’s
...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...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.... | |
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