 | Epes Sargent - 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 570
...withered and strewn. 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...rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow aud the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 568
...them there rolled not the breath of his pride ; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the tnrf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And...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 trumpets unblown. And... | |
 | Cottage verse, Joseph Jones - 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 296
...through it there rolled not the breath of his pride ; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turfj cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there...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. And the... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 380
...forever grew still. 4. 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...turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. 5. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail ;... | |
 | 1982 - عدد الصفحات: 348
...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...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. And the... | |
 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - عدد الصفحات: 226
...once heaved, 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 pride: And the...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. And the... | |
 | Robert Atwan, Laurance Wieder - 1993 - عدد الصفحات: 514
...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...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. And the... | |
 | George Gordon Byron - 1994 - عدد الصفحات: 884
...heaved, and for ever grew »till ! IV. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through l, ` 9= rock-betting V. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - عدد الصفحات: 936
...once heaved, 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 pride; And the...With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail: And the tents wrere all silent, the banners alone. The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. 20 And... | |
 | Mary Oliver - 1998 - عدد الصفحات: 212
...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 his pride; And the...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. VI And... | |
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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. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail ;... 
