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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,... "
Letters from Europe: Comprising the Journal of a Tour Through Ireland ... - Sivu 179
tekijä(t) Nathaniel Hazeltine Carter - 1829
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Nide 88

1860 - 796 sivua
...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...

The Quarterly Review, Nide 19

1818 - 598 sivua
...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 shout which hail'd the wretch who won. CXLI. ' He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart,...

The Quarterly Review, Nide 19

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 sivua
...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 shout which hail'd the wretch who won. CXLI. ' lie heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart,...

The works of ... lord Byron, Niteet 7–8

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 sivua
...theatres where the 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,...— he is gone, : Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. CXLT. , He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart,...

The works, of ... lord Byron, Nide 7

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 sivua
...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,...

Briefe an eine deutsche Edelfrau über die neuesten englischen Dichter

Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - 1820 - 796 sivua
...thruugh hin slde the last drops , ebbing slom From the red gash, fall heavy , one by one, Lite the ßrst of a thunder shower ; and now The arena swims around him — he is gorie, Ert csased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretek who won. He lieard it , but he heeded not...

The Works of Lord Byron: Childe Harold's pilgrimage

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 308 sivua
...(39> 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 Were with his heart, and...

The Pamphleteer, Nide 18

Abraham John Valpy - 1821 - 582 sivua
...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 of a...around him. — He is gone Ere ceased the inhuman sound which hail'd the wretch who won. " He heard it, but he heeded not. His eyes Were with his heart,...

The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Osa 3

1833 - 554 sivua
...drops, ebbing slow From the 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 that hail'd the wretch who won,* " Now all this sculpture has embodied in perpetual marble, 'and every...

The Pamphleteer, Nide 20

Abraham John Valpy - 1822 - 584 sivua
...drops, ebbing slow From the sad 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 sound which hail'dthe wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not. His eyes Were with his heart,...




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