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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,... "
Development of English Literature and Language - الصفحة 343
بواسطة Alfred Hix Welsh - 1882
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The Quarterly Review, المجلد 19

1818 - عدد الصفحات: 598
...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 the...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...

The Quarterly Review, المجلد 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 - عدد الصفحات: 600
...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 the...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...

The Quarterly Review, المجلد 19

1818 - عدد الصفحات: 606
...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 the...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;...

The Quarterly Review, المجلد 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 - عدد الصفحات: 622
...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...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...

The London Quarterly Review, المجلد 19

1819 - عدد الصفحات: 630
...swims around him — be is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who wonCXLI. ' He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with...nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd...

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

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - عدد الصفحات: 176
...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...

The works of ... lord Byron, المجلدات 7-8

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - عدد الصفحات: 466
...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,...the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. CXLT. , He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away* He...

The works of lord Byron, المجلد 1

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1820 - عدد الصفحات: 378
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The Pamphleteer, المجلد 18

Abraham John Valpy - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 572
...a thunder shower ; aud now The arena swims nround him. — He is gone Ere ceased the inhuman sound which hail'd the wretch who won. " He heard it, but...prize ; But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother. He, their sire, Butcher'd...

The Works of Lord Byron: Childe Harold's pilgrimage

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 308
...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...nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd...




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