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,... The Standard First [ -fifth] Reader - Стр. 299авторы: Martin Grove Brumbaugh - 1899Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
| 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
...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 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... | |
| 1818 - Страниц: 598
...stiffened limbs, but the mental feelings and throes of the expiring swordsman. CXL. ' I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand — his...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 - Страниц: 600
...stiffened limbs, but the mental feelings and throes of the expiring swordsman. CXL. ' I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his...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... | |
| 1818 - Страниц: 606
...stiffened limbs, but 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 de:ith, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - Страниц: 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 - Страниц: 630
...stiffened limbs, but the mental feelings and throes of the expiring swordsman. CXL. ' I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his...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 - Страниц: 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 - Страниц: 292
...spot ? Both are but theatres where the chief actors rot. CXL. I see before me the Gladiator lie : (5® He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents...— 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 AVere with his heart,... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - Страниц: 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... | |
| Abraham John Valpy - 1821 - Страниц: 572
..." the scenes of 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...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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