 Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the...  Lord Byron's Works ... - Сторінка 225автори: George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Robert Gordon Latham - 1849 - 118 стор.
...spears was like stars on the sea, When the b!6e wave rolls nightly on deep Galilei. 2. PROSODY. 3. For the A'ngel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the f6e as he pass'd ; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved,... | |
 | 1856 - 1270 стор.
...his wings on the blast, And breaUrd in the face of the foe as he pass'd ; And the eyes of the sleeper waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still! And there lay the steed with his nostrils all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his... | |
 | Robert Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - 524 стор.
...the leaves of the forest, when autumn hath blown, That host, on the morrow, lay withered and strown. For, the angel of death spread his wings on the blast,...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 not the breath of... | |
 | George Croly - 1850 - 442 стор.
...morrow lay withered and strewn. For the angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed on the face of the foe as he passed ; And the eyes of...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 not the breuth of... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - 362 стор.
...Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,...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 not the breath of... | |
 | William Chauncey Fowler - 1851 - 1502 стор.
...it is done, to see." SHAKSPEARE'S Macbeth. Here we have fifty-two words, and but two dissyllables. " ghty ceased, but all The multitude beat but once, and forever lay still. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, And through... | |
 | Henry Harbaugh - 1851 - 328 стор.
...Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the angel of death spread his wings on the blast...face of the foe as he passed ; And the eyes of the sleeper waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still." "What instrument... | |
 | 1851 - 614 стор.
...the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown ! "For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,...face of the foe as he passed ; And the eyes of the sleeping waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and forever grew still ! "And there... | |
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