 | Forget-me-not - 1853 - 118 стор.
...of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heav'd, and 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 And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.... | |
 | Andrew Comstock - 1853 - 364 стор.
...; | And the foam of Ais gasping lay white on the turf, 1 And cold as the spray on the rocA-beating surf. | And there lay the rider, ] distorted and pale, ] With the dew on his brow | and the rust on Ais mail ; | And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, | The lances unlifted, | the trumpet... | |
 | 1982 - 333 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 them there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And... | |
 | Robert Atwan, Laurance Wieder - 1993 - 512 стор.
...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 not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as... | |
 | George Gordon Byron - 1994 - 860 стор.
...the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew »till ! IV. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,...lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-betting V. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1996 - 830 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,...through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride: 15 And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.... | |
 | Robert Atwan, Laurance Wieder - 2000 - 512 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 not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as... | |
 | Daniel Gardner - 1844 - 315 стор.
...the leaves of the forest, when autirmn hath blown, That host on the morrow, lay wither'd and strown. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolFd not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as... | |
 | Charles Haddon Spurgeon - 704 стор.
...eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and forever were stilll 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... | |
 | Emma J. Lapsansky-Werner, Margaret Hope Bacon - 2010
...field of battle. "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 of the rock beating serf." "And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brows and the... | |
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And there lay the rider, distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail... 
