 | 1819 - 996 str.
...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...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. Abruptly, and would... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1824 - 234 str.
...hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still! And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And...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 widows... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 546 str.
...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...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 widows... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1826 - 852 str.
...through it there roll'd not the breath of hie pride: And the foam of Mi gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And...dew on his brow and the rust on his mail ; And the tente were all silent, tin; banners alone, The lances im lifteil, the trumpet unblown. And the widows... | |
 | George Gordon Noël Byron - 1826 - 804 str.
...through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride: And the foam of his gasping lay white on the tarf, 1 tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unliftcd, the trumpet unblown. And the widows... | |
 | John BRUCE (Minister of Low Hill Cemetery, Liverpool.) - 1827 - 240 str.
...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...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 widows... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Isaac Nathan - 1829 - 268 str.
...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...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 widows... | |
 | Thomas Willcocks - 1829 - 334 str.
...tbro' 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...dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the bauners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows... | |
 | Samuel Putnam - 1831 - 236 str.
...thro' 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 surf....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 widows... | |
 | Joseph Emerson - 1832 - 122 str.
...lay the steed, with his nostril all wide ; [his pride ; But through it there roll'd not the breath of And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,...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. 20 And the widows... | |
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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 the spray of the rock/beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale,... 
