 THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.  Poems - الصفحة 302بواسطة George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1872عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1815 - عدد الصفحات: 230
...leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. III. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,...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 roll'd not the breath of... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1815 - عدد الصفحات: 324
...leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. III. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,...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 roll'd not the breath... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1816 - عدد الصفحات: 234
...leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. III. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1817 - عدد الصفحات: 226
...leaves of the forest when Autumn hath , blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. III. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill. And their hearts but once heaved, and... | |
 | William Jerdan, William Ring Workman, Frederick Arnold, John Morley, Charles Wycliffe Goodwin - 1819 - عدد الصفحات: 860
...green, The host with their banners at sunset were seen Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn had blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown...the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he pnst; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly am ehill, And their hearts but once bcav'd, and for... | |
 | Henry John Temple Palmerston (Viscount), John Wilson Croker, Robert Peel - 1819 - عدد الصفحات: 258
...leaves of the forest when Antumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown. III. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he past ; DEBATE ON THE NAVY ESTIMATES. 1. Old TIERNEY came down like a wolf on the fold, And his phalanx... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1820 - عدد الصفحات: 306
...the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown , That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown. 8. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,...deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and forever grew still ! 4. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 308
...sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. 2. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,...their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still! 4. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 478
...leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. III. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed ; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1822 - عدد الصفحات: 614
...leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown. • 3. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,...their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still ! 4And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of... | |
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