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 But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride: And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail ;...  The Standard Poetry Book, Selected from the Best Authors - Seite 63 von Standard poetry book - 1866 - 274 Seiten Vollansicht -
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