 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 the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail:...  Sacred Poetry - Сторінка 461828 - 180 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1815 - 230 стор.
...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,...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 - 1815 - 72 стор.
...hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still ! 1 s .' 1' . - * '/..?.• -1; ! '•.' "Vr i '. .; 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 N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1816 - 234 стор.
...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, 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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1817 - 226 стор.
...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, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride: • And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1818 - 336 стор.
...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... | |
 | 1818 - 384 стор.
...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 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... | |
 | Henry John Temple Palmerston (Viscount), John Wilson Croker, Robert Peel - 1819 - 258 стор.
...the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heav'd, and for ever grew still ! IT. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,...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 стор.
...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 all wide, But through it there rolled nut the hreath of Ml pride: And the foam of his gasping lay white on the 110% And cold as the... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 стор.
...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, 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... | |
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