 | John F. A. Sawyer - 1996 - 336 sidor
...the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved and forever grew still . . . And there lay the rider, distorted and pale, With...tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown . . . And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1996 - 868 sidor
...And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. v And there lay the rider distorted and pale. With the...And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, 20 The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. VI And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And... | |
 | Mary Oliver - 1998 - 212 sidor
...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...tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. VI And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are... | |
 | John Hollander - 1999 - 264 sidor
[ Sidan har tyvärr begränsat innehåll ] | |
 | 黃杲炘 - 1999 - 408 sidor
[ Sidan har tyvärr begränsat innehåll ] | |
 | Robert Atwan, Laurance Wieder - 2000 - 514 sidor
...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...tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. SECOND KINGS 25:1-25:7 And it came to pass in the ninth year of his... | |
 | John Phillips - 2001 - 712 sidor
...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...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 broke... | |
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And the 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 snow in the glance of the Lord! 
