 | 1818 - Страниц: 598
...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 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 - Страниц: 600
...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 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... | |
 | 1818 - Страниц: 606
...' 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...and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who wo». 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 - Страниц: 622
...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,...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: 466
...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,...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
...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,...side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, full heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him —... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - Страниц: 176
...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...sinks gradually low-— And through his side the last drqps , ebbing slow From the red gash , fall heavy , one by one , Like the first drops of a thunder-shower,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - Страниц: 478
...theatres where the chief actors rot. CXL. I see before me the gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony,...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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - Страниц: 292
...(5® 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...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 - Страниц: 308
...(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...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... | |
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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, Like... 
