 | 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 - Страниц: 600
...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 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 - Страниц: 598
...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 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... | |
 | 1818 - Страниц: 606
...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 - Страниц: 622
...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 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 - Страниц: 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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - Страниц: 466
...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 - Страниц: 292
...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 inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. CXLI. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes AVere with his heart, and that was far away ; He... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - Страниц: 478
...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 - Страниц: 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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1823 - Страниц: 402
...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...— he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which haiTd the wretch who won. CXLI He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and... | |
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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,... 
