 | Thomas Johnstone Aitkin - 1838 - عدد الصفحات: 558
...hand, Byron writes : " 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...turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf." Progressive Development of Animal Heat. — Previous to birth, the animal shares the heat of the mother;... | |
 | Samuel Putnam - 1838 - عدد الصفحات: 242
...'heaved, and *(br«^£ «^st ill And there lay the 'steed with his nostrils alljyide, But thro' them there rolled not the breath of his pride, And the...lay white on the turf, And cold as the 'spray of the 'rock-.ueatin^urf. And there lay the rider 'distorted and pale, X^ With the dew on his brow, and tto»rust... | |
 | Johann Sporschil - 1838 - عدد الصفحات: 510
...fíe, b. f>. tíjeite fie in u)re güpe, «nb gebe bie ©teile bet CEáfut nn, roo eine »orfommt: And there lay, the rider distorted and pale, With...brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances uiilifted, the trumpet unblown. ' (Byron.) 'Tis midnight : on... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1839 - عدد الصفحات: 362
...but once heaved', and forever grew still'. And there lay the steed', with his nostril all wide'; Bat through it there rolled not the breath of his pride';...and the rust on his mail'; And the tents were all silent', the banners', alone', The lances', unlifted', the trumpet', unblown'. And the widows of Ashcr'... | |
 | Jewel - 1839 - عدد الصفحات: 352
...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...and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud... | |
 | Emily Taylor - 1839 - عدد الصفحات: 306
...forever 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...and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone. The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud... | |
 | Emily Taylor - 1839 - عدد الصفحات: 304
...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...brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone. The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1839 - عدد الصفحات: 232
...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...turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. T And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ;... | |
 | Christian - 1840 - عدد الصفحات: 312
...and for ever grew still. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But thro' it there roll'd not the breath of his pride ; And the foam of 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 widows of Ashur are loud... | |
 | Christian - 1840 - عدد الصفحات: 318
...and for ever grew still. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But thro' it there roll'd not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping...brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud... | |
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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;... 
