 | 1818 - 598 páginas
...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...his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay There were his... | |
 | 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
...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...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 - 606 páginas
...his manly brow Consents to de:ith, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From...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;... | |
 | 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
...his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first ot'a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him...his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay There were his... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 páginas
...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...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, and that was far away; He reck'd... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 páginas
...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...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 - 1821 - 292 páginas
...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...CXLI. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes AVere with his heart, and that was far away ; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 308 páginas
...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,...his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay There were... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | 1833 - 554 páginas
...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,... 
