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. Parnassus - Page 288edited by - 1875 - 534 pagesFull view - About this book
| Charles Rogers - 1859 - 304 pages
...And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still. And there lay the steed, with his nostril...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.... | |
| Severn river - English poetry - 1859 - 408 pages
...And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still. And there lay the steed with his nostril...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 trumpets unblown.... | |
| Harvey Marriott - 1859 - 284 pages
...And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their heart but once heaved, and for ever grew still. And there lay the steed with his nostril...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.... | |
| Poetry - 1982 - 348 pages
...heaved, and for 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...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.... | |
| Martin Gardner - Poetry - 1992 - 226 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...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.... | |
| Robert Atwan, Laurance Wieder - Poetry - 1993 - 514 pages
...the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved — and for ever grew still! And there lay the steed with his nostril...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.... | |
| Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - Literary Criticism - 1995 - 936 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...distorted and pale. 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.... | |
| Mary Oliver - Language Arts & Disciplines - 1998 - 212 pages
...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 foam of his gasping...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.... | |
| Robert Atwan, Laurance Wieder - Poetry - 2000 - 514 pages
...And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved— and for ever grew still! And there lay the steed with his nostril...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.... | |
| George Wilson Knight - England - 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...distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail: 13 And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet... | |
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