 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,...  Childe Harold's pilgrimage - الصفحة 255بواسطة George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1831عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
 | 1818 - عدد الصفحات: 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...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... | |
 | 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 - عدد الصفحات: 622
...the mental feelings and throes ttf the 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 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 - عدد الصفحات: 600
...the mental feelings and throes of the 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 head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - عدد الصفحات: 466
...*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 - عدد الصفحات: 630
...the mental feelings and throes of the 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 head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - عدد الصفحات: 176
...Theatres where the 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 head sinks gradually low-— And through his side the last drqps , ebbing slow From the red... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 292
...worms — on battle-plains or listed spot ? Both are but theatres where the chief actors rot. CXL. I see before me the Gladiator lie : (5® He leans...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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 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... | |
 | 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 554
...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... | |
 | Abraham John Valpy - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 572
...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 his manly brow ; Consents to...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... | |
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