 | Charles Boileau Elliott - 1833 - 350 pages
...raised, he snuffs the battle from afar, And burns to plunge amid the raging war : He sinks the sense of pain in generous pride, Nor feels the shaft that trembles in his side ; But neighs to the shrill trumpet's dreadful blast Till death : and when he groans, he groans his last." The horses of... | |
 | Anne Bowman - 1856 - 316 pages
...eye-balls meet the dazzling shield, Gaze, and return the lightning of the field. He sinks the sense of pain in generous pride, Nor feels the shaft that trembles in his side ; But neighs to the shrill trumpet's dreadful blast Till death ; and when he groans, he groans his last. YOUNG. 172 S ELF-KNOWLEDGE.... | |
 | J. Eické - 1860 - 58 pages
...eyeballs meet the dazzling shield, Gaze, and return the lightning of the field ! He sinks the sense of pain in generous pride, Nor feels the shaft that trembles in his side : But neighs to the shrill trumpet's dreadful blast Till death ; and when he groans, he groans his last." YOUNG. ALTHOUGH... | |
 | Virgil - 1871 - 376 pages
...eye-balls meet the dazzling shield, Gaze, and return the lightning of the field ! He sinks the sense of pain in generous pride, Nor feels the shaft that trembles in his side ; But neighs to the shrill trumpet's dreadful blast Till death ; and when he groans, he groans his last." Dr. Young, Paraphrase... | |
 | Powys-land Club - 1888 - 452 pages
...firm, his rising heart, advance Full on the brandished sword and shaken lance. He sinks .the sense of pain in generous pride, Nor feels the shaft that trembles in his side, But neighs to the shrill trumpet's dreadful blast — Till death ; and when he groans, he groans his last." We will refer... | |
 | George Alexander Kohut - 1913 - 730 pages
...eye-balls meet the dazzling shield, Gaze, and return the lightning of the field ! He sinks the sense of pain in generous pride, Nor feels the shaft that trembles in his side; But neighs to the shrill trumpet's dreadful blast, Till death, and when he groans, he groans his last ********** Mild... | |
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While his fix'd eyeballs meet the dazzling shield, Gaze, and return the lightning of the field ! He sinks the sense of pain in generous pride, Nor feels the shaft that trembles in his side ; But neighs to the shrill trumpet's dreadful blast Till death... 
