 | John Charles Curtis - 1863 - 178 sayfa
...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...widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1863 - 420 sayfa
...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...widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like... | |
 | Golden gleanings - 1863 - 342 sayfa
...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...widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like... | |
 | Edward Thomas Stevens - 1863 - 234 sayfa
...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...widows of Ashur are loud in their wail; And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like... | |
 | Edward Newenham Hoare - 1863 - 272 sayfa
...pride ; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beaten surf. " And there lay the rider, distorted and pale,...widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted,... | |
 | Playtime - 1863 - 436 sayfa
...pride ; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beaten surf. And there lay the rider, distorted and pale,...widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal, And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like... | |
 | John Philip Newman - 1864 - 504 sayfa
...pride ; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beaten surf. " And there lay the rider distorted and pale,...sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord !" The bleakness of the scenery from Lachish to Gaza is relieved by groves of palms, olives, and willows,... | |
 | Book - 1864 - 366 sayfa
...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...widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like... | |
 | John Hugh Hawley - 1865 - 166 sayfa
...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...widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like... | |
 | Nelson Thomas and sons, ltd - 1866 - 408 sayfa
...through 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. And...widows of Ashur are loud in their wail; And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like... | |
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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. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are... 
