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" I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low : And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like... "
The Sporting review, ed. by 'Craven'. - Страница 281
под редакцията на - 1848
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Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1837 - 352 страници
...gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ehhing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one hy one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now...— he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. CxLI. He heard it, hut he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and...

The poetic reciter; or, Beauties of the British poets: adapted for reading ...

Henry Marlen - 1838 - 342 страници
...to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy,...the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked...

The Young Man's Book of Elegant Poetry: Comprising Selections from the Works ...

1838 - 332 страници
...to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low—- And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy,...— he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, nnd that...

Lectures on General Literature, Poetry, &c: Delivered at the Royal ...

James Montgomery - 1838 - 332 страници
...to death, but conquers agony ; And his droop'd head sinks gradually low ; And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy,...him, — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout that hail'd the wretch who won." Now, all this sculpture has imbodied in perpetual marble, and every...

The North American Review, Том 46

1838 - 728 страници
...described, not the marble in the Capitol, but the dying man in the amphitheatre ; " And through his aide the last drops ebbing slow From the red gash fall heavy,...arena swims around him, — he is gone Ere ceased th' inhuman shout that hailed the wretch that won. " He heard it, but he heeded not, — his eyes Were...

The North American Review, Том 46

Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1838 - 618 страници
...described, not the marble in the Capitol, but the dying man in the ampbitheatre ; " And through his side the last drops ebbing slow From the red gash fall heavy,...arena swims around him, — he is gone Ere ceased th' inhuman shout that hailed the wretch that won. " He heard it, but he heeded not, — his eyei Were...

The Sportsman

546 страници
...lie ; He leans upon hit hand— his manly brow Comenta to death, but conquers agony, And his droop M head sinks gradually low. And through his side his...From the red gash, fall heavy one by one, Like the Tint of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him— he is gone, 'Ere ceased the inhuman...

History of Rome

Oliver Goldsmith - 1838 - 598 страници
...to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder shower ; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman sound which...

The Idler in Italy, Том 1

Marguerite Countess of Blessington - 1839 - 394 страници
...to death, but conquers agony ; And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy,...the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won. " He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked...

The idler in Italy, Том 1

Marguerite Gardiner (countess of Blessington.) - 1839 - 424 страници
...to death, but conquers agony ; And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy,...the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won. " He heard it, but l\e heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked...




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