 | George Wilson Knight - 2002 - 416 pages
...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 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... | |
 | John Phillips - 2001 - 712 pages
...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 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... | |
 | Charles Haddon Spurgeon - 716 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Emma J. Lapsansky-Werner, Margaret Hope Bacon - 2010 - 402 pages
...beheld the rugged and horrid field of battle. "And there lay the steed with his nostrils all wide, But through them there rolled not the breath of his pride,...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... | |
 | 342 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Steven D. Price - 2006 - 405 pages
...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 the spray of the rock-beating surf. — George Gordon Noel, Lord Byron, "The Destruction of Sennacherih" 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 ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. 
