 | 1813 - 996 σελίδες
...which roll between ourselves and the continent of Europe . " Red Battle stamps his fuot, and naliont feel the shock. " Lo ! where the giant on the mountain stands, His blood-red rretsei deepening in the sun ; With death shot glowing in his fiery hand*, And eye lhat scorcheth all... | |
 | 1812 - 560 σελίδες
...brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants slaves ? — the fires of death, The bale-fires flash on high : — from rock to rock, Each volley tells...Battle stamps his foot, and nations feel the shock. In the two following stanzas how admirably contrasted are the thoughtless inhabitants of a voluptuous... | |
 | Enos Bronson - 1812 - 562 σελίδες
...brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants slaves ? — the fires of death, The bale-fires flash on high: — from rock to rock, Each volley tells...rides upon the sulphury Siroc, Red Battle stamps his loot, and nations feel the shock. In the two following stanzas how admirably contrasted are the thoughtless... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1812 - 314 σελίδες
...brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants' slaves ? — the fires of death, The bale-fires flash on high :• — from rock to rock Each volley tells that thousands cease to breathe ; Death rides uponthe sulphury Siroc, Red Battle stamps his foot, and nations feel the shock. XXXIX. Lo ! where the... | |
 | 1813 - 486 σελίδες
...doubly thankful for the waters which roll between our8'elves and the continent of Europe. " Red Jiutile stamps his foot, and nations feel the shock. " Lo! where the giant on the mountain stands, Hia blood-red tresses deepening in the sun; With death-shot glow ing in his fiery hands, And eye that... | |
 | Isaac Bailey - 1814 - 826 σελίδες
...brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants' slaves? — the fires of death, The bale-fires flash on high : — from rock to rock Each volley tells...Giant on the mountain stands, His blood-red tresses deep'ning in the sun, With death-shot glowing in his fiery hands, And eye that scorcheth all its glares... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1814 - 330 σελίδες
...brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants' slaves ? — the fires of death, The bale-fires flash on high : — from rock to rock Each volley tells...Giant on the mountain stands, His blood-red tresses deep'ning in the sun, With death-shot glowing in his fiery hands, And eye that scorcheth all it glares... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1815 - 322 σελίδες
...brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants' slaves ? — the fires of death, The bale-fires flash on high : — from rock to rock Each volley tells...Giant on the mountain stands, His blood-red tresses deep'ning in the sun, With death-shot glowing in his fiery hands, And eye that scorcheth all it glares... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1815 - 248 σελίδες
...brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants' slaves ? — the fires of death, The bale-fires flash on high : — from rock to rock Each volley tells...Battle stamps his foot, and nations feel the shock. XXXIX. Lo ! where the Giant on the mountain stands, His blood-red tresses deep'ning in the sun, With... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1815 - 334 σελίδες
...brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants' slaves ? — the fires of death, The bale-fires flash on high : — from rock to rock Each volley tells...Battle stamps his foot, and nations feel the shock. XXXIX. Lo ! where the Giant on the mountain stands, His blood-red tresses deep'ning in the sun, With... | |
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Hark ! heard you not those hoofs of dreadful note ? Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath ? Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote ; Nor saved your brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants' slaves ? — the fires of death, The bale-fires... 
