 | Frances Elizabeth Clarke - 1927 - 474 páginas
...Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And " Gallop," gasped Joris, " for Aix is in sight 1 " How they'll greet us! "—and all in a moment his...fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster... | |
 | Kansas. State Board of Education - 1928 - 196 páginas
...our feet broke the brittle, bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome spire sprang white. "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his...fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster... | |
 | Ernest Rhys - 1914 - 144 páginas
...by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And " Gallop," gasped Joris, " for Aix is in sight ! " VIII " How they'll greet us ! " — and all in a moment his...the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, DC Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1994 - 718 páginas
...sprang white. And 'Gallop,' gasped Joris, 'for Aix is in sight!' vm •How they'll preet ml' — and nil in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay...fate. With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim. And with circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim. rx Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each... | |
 | Frances Mayes - 2001 - 548 páginas
...sky; The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, 'Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang...fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster... | |
 | Bill Moore, David Booth - 2003 - 154 páginas
...a pitiless laugh, "Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dahlem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris,...stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight 70 Then I cast loose my buf fcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jackboots, let go belt... | |
 | Gerard Hastings - 2007 - 386 páginas
...And sunk tail, and horrible heave of the flank, As down on her haunches she shuddered and sank. . . . 'How they'll greet us!' - and all in a moment his...fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim. . . . And all I remember is, friends flocking... | |
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Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," 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... 
