 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1818 - 622 pagina’s
...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 red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first ot'a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout... | |
 | 1818 - 598 pagina’s
...features and stiffened limbs, but the mental feelings and throes of the expiring swordsman. CXL. ' I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand...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... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1818 - 600 pagina’s
...features and stiffened limbs, but the mental feelings and throes of the expiring swordsman. CXL. ' I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand...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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 pagina’s
...*9 He leans upon his hands — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low — And through his side...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 shout which... | |
 | 1819 - 630 pagina’s
...features and stiffened limbs, but the mental feelings and throes of the expiring swordsman. CXL. ' I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand...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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 pagina’s
...side the last drqps , ebbing slow From the red gash , fall heavy , one by one , Like the first drops of a thunder-shower, and now The arena swims around...him— he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout, which hail'd the wretch who won. CXL I. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 292 pagina’s
...spot ? Both are but theatres where the chief actors rot. CXL. I see before me the Gladiator lie : (5® He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents...— he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. CXLI. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes AVere with his heart,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 308 pagina’s
...spot ? Both are but theatres where the chief actors rot. CXL. I see before me the Gladiator lie : (39> He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents...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 shout which... | |
 | Abraham John Valpy - 1821 - 582 pagina’s
...as he dies, " the scenes of his infancy, the hut of his mother, on the banks of the Danube." " I see before me the gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand...agony, And his droop'd head sinks, gradually low : And from his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the sad gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first... | |
 | 1833 - 554 pagina’s
...DTINO GT.ADIATOR. " ' I lee before me the gladiator lie; And liia droop'd head sinks gradually low j And through his side, the last drops, ebbing slow...red gash, fall heavy one by one, Like the first of athunder-shower-,— and now The arena swims around him— he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout... | |
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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 droop'd head sinks gradually low— And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one,... 
