 | George Gordon Byron - 1994 - 884 pagine
...And near, the beat of the alarming drum Boused up the soldier ere the morning star ; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips—" The foe ! they come ! they come ! ' XXVL And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering" rose! The war-note of Loohiel, which Albyn's hills... | |
 | Raphael - 1996 - 264 pagine
...of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afer ; And near the beat of the alarming drum, Housed up the soldier, 'ere the morning star, While thronged...terror dumb, Or whispering with white lips— the fo« ! they come ! they com* l Last noon beheld them full of lusty life ! Last eve in beauty's circle... | |
 | David Evans - 1999 - 686 pagine
...clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, and swiftly forming in the ranks of war: . . . While thronged the citizens with terror dumb Or whispering...with white lips, — "The foe! they come! they come!" — Lord Byron, Childc Harold's Pilurimaae 1t was about 8;00 PM before the last of Rousseau's regiments,... | |
 | Mark Adkin - 2001 - 504 pagine
...the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While throng'd the citizen with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - The foe! They come! They come!' Lord Byron General Situation in Europe - March 1815 When Napoleon abdicated on 6 April 1814 and was... | |
 | André De Vries - 2003 - 282 pagine
...ranks of war; And the deep thunderpeal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the...with white lips — "The foe! They come! They come!" The Duchess of Richmond was concerned about whether her ball could go ahead, but the Duke of Wellington... | |
 | Ian L. Donnachie, Carmen Lavin - 2004 - 400 pagine
...And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — The foe! They come! they come!' " 1. 200 Brunswick's fated chieftain: Frederick Duke of Brunswick (1771-1815), nephew to George III,... | |
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And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming... 
