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" for Aix is in sight! "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like... "
Class-book of English poetry - Σελίδα 289
των English poetry - 1866
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 σελίδες
...gasped Joris, " for Aix is in sight!" " How they'll greet us!" —and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there...circles of red for his eyesockets' rim. Then I cast loose my buff-coat, each holster let fall. Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood...

The Christian Examiner and Religious Miscellany, Τόμος 48

1850 - 536 σελίδες
...lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which could alone save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits...And with circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim. IX. " Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt...

The Christian remembrancer; or, The Churchman's Biblical ..., Τόμος 11

1846 - 534 σελίδες
...greet us," and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And then was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news...And with circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim. IX. ' Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt...

New York Illustrated Magazine Annual

1847 - 592 σελίδες
...fronted many a shivering lance, will yet save the lovers, for see how he flies, " With his nostrJs like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-socketó' rim." Do not despair, then, of meeting them next month enjoying the rewaid of their devotion....

Poems: A blot in the 'scutcheon

Robert Browning - 1850 - 436 σελίδες
..." for Aix is in sight ! " VIII. " How they 'll greet us ! " — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there...circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood...

Christian Examiner and Theological Review

1850 - 538 σελίδες
...ID eight! ' •' ll i >,*•;« HOW they •fl'gtWtts!'' — andiuTih atabhtem His roan,1'1 Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; •-' And there was my Roland to bear the whale weight Of the news which could alone save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full...

Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places and People

Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 σελίδες
...for Aix is in sight! . " How they'll greet us!"—and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and crop over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland...circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim. Then I cast loose my buff-coat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood...

The Standard Speaker: Containing Exercises in Prose and Poetry for ...

Epes Sargent - 1852 - 570 σελίδες
...Joris, " for Aix is in sight ! " " How they 'll greet us ! " — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there...circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood...

Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places, and People, Τόμος 1

Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 344 σελίδες
...for Aix is in sight ! " How they'll greet us !" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and crop over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland...of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for bis eye-sockets' rim. Then I cast loose my buff-coat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots,...

The Standard Speaker: Containing Exercises in Prose and Poetry for ...

Epes Sargent - 1852 - 570 σελίδες
..." for Aix is in sight ! " " How they 'll greet us ! " — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neek and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was...nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with cireles of red for his eye-sockets' rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook...




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