 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,...  British Poets of the Nineteenth Century - Strana 237úprava: - 1910 - Počet stránok 935Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | 1818 - Počet stránok 598
...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 inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. CXLI. ' He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away; He... | |
 | 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 - Počet stránok 600
...: 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 inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. CXLI. ' lie heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away; Hereck'd... | |
 | 1818 - Počet stránok 606
...lie: He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to de:ith, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low — And through his side...ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who wo». CXLI. ' He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away;... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - Počet stránok 292
...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...the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. CXLI. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes AVere with his heart, and that was far away ; He... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - Počet stránok 308
...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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1823 - Počet stránok 402
...spot ? Both are but theatres where the chief actors rot. CXL. I see before me the Gladiator lie : (50) He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents...— he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which haiTd the wretch who won. CXLI He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and... | |
 | Moyle Sherer - 1825 - Počet stránok 454
...: 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...gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wreteh who won. " He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - Počet stránok 906
...unsurpassingly beautiful: • I see before me the gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand—his manly hrow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd...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.n The exquisitely pathetic... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1828 - Počet stránok 598
...; 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...— he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout, which hailed the wretch who won. ' He heard it, but he heeded not, — his eyes Were with his heart, and... | |
 | 1838 - Počet stránok 598
...before me the gladiator lie, He leans upon his hand— his manly brow Consents to death, but eonqaers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low —...who won. " He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away : He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But... | |
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