 No, no ! from out the forest prance A trampling troop ; I see them come ! In one vast squadron they advance ! I strove to cry — my lips were dumb. The steeds rush on in plunging pride ; But where are they the reins to guide ? A thousand horse, and none...  The poetical works of lord Byron - Side 339af George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1855Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | 1819 - 792 sider
...were — or seemed — alone : At length, while reeling on our way Methought 1 heard a courser neigh, From out yon tuft of blackening firs. Is it the wind...branches stirs ? No, no ! from out the forest prance VOL. V. A trampling troop ; I see them come ! In one vast squadron they advance ! I strove to cry —... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 sider
...branches stirs ? . . ,,No , no ! from but the forest prance ,,A trampling troop; I see them comet ' .. ,,In one vast squadron they advance ! ,,I strove to...were dumb. ,,The steeds rush on in plunging pride } ,, Cut where are they the reins to guide ? ~,,A. thousand horse — and none to ride! ,,With flowing... | |
 | 1819 - 792 sider
...seemed— alone : At length, while reeling on our way Methought 1 heard a courser neigh, From out von tuft of blackening firs. Is it the wind those branches stirs ? No, no ! from out the forest prance VOL. V. A trampling troop ; I see them come ! In one vast squadron they advance ! I strove to cry —... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1820 - 260 sider
...were—or seem'd—alone : At length, while reeling on our way, Methought I heard a courser neigh, From out yon tuft of blackening firs. Is it the wind...come! In one vast squadron they advance! I strove to cry—my lips were dumb. The steeds rush on in plunging pride; But where are they the reins to guide... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 294 sider
...reeling on our way, " Methought I heard a courser neigh, " From out yon tuft of blackening firs. 670 '' Is it the wind those branches stirs ? " No, no! from..." In one vast squadron they advance! " I strove to cry—my lips were dumb. 675 " The steeds rush on in plunging pride; " But where are they the reins... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 sider
...neigh, « From out yon tuft of blackening firs. u Is it the wind those branches stirs? « No, no I from out the forest prance « A trampling troop ; I see them come 1 « In one vast squadron they advance! « I strove to cry — my lips were dumb. « The steeds rush... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1822 - 614 sider
...seem'd — alone : " At length, while reeling on our way, " From out yon tuft of blackening firs. 670 " Is it the wind those branches stirs? " No, no ! from...advance ! " I strove to cry — my lips were dumb. 6^5 " The steeds rush on in plunging pride ; " But where are they the reins to guide? ' ' A thousand... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1822 - 84 sider
...reeling on our way, " Methought I heard a courser neigh, " From out yon tuft of blackening firs. 670 " Ts it the wind those branches stirs? " No, no ! from...In one vast squadron they advance ! " I strove to cry—my lips were dumb. 675 ' ' The steeds rush on in plunging pride; ' ' But where are they the reins... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1826 - 662 sider
...were— or seem'd — alone; At length, while reeling on our way, Methought I heard a courser neigh. From out yon tuft of blackening firs. Is it the wind...lips were dumb. The steeds rush on in plunging pride • Cut where are they the reins to guide ? A thousand horse — and none to ride ! With flowing tail,... | |
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