 | 1860 - 796 páginas
...brow which " conquered agony " has drooped at length, and from his side the last drops ebbing flow — "The arena swims around him— he is gone, Ere ceased...the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won." Having taken the round of the Exhibitions, let us return once again to the Academy, and finally pass... | |
 | 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 páginas
...expiring swordsman. CXL. ' I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped...— he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. CXLI. ' lie heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart,... | |
 | 1818 - 598 páginas
...expiring swordsman. CXL. ' I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped...— 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 Were with his heart,... | |
 | 1818 - 606 páginas
...' I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to de:ith, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually...— he is gone, Ere 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,... | |
 | 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 páginas
...expiring swordsman. CXL. ' I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped...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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 páginas
...chief actors rot CXL. I SPC before me the Gladiator lie: *9 He leans upon his hands — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped...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 páginas
...expiring swordsman. CXL. ' I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped...side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, full heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him —... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 páginas
...chief actors rot. CXL. I see before me the Gladiator lie ; 55 He leans upon bis hand — his manly brow Consents to death , but conquers agony , And his drooped...sinks gradually low-— And through his side the last drqps , ebbing slow From the red gash , fall heavy , one by one , Like the first drops of a thunder-shower,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 páginas
...chief actors rot. CXL. I see before me the gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped...and now •• The arena swims around him — he is cione, D ' Ere ceased the inhuman shout which haii'd the wretch who wo CXLI. He heard it, but he heeded... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 292 páginas
...(5® 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...— 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,... | |
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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... 
