 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,...  Lectures on the History of England - Página 17de M. J. Guest - 1888 - 582 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | 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 - 622 páginas
...features and stiffened limbs, but the mental feelings and throes ttf the expiring swordsman. CXL. ' I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon 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 - 600 páginas
...features and stiffened limbs, but the mental feelings and throes of the expiring swordsman. CXL. ' I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon...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 - 606 páginas
...features and 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 - 466 páginas
...*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 - 630 páginas
...features and stiffened limbs, but the mental feelings and throes of the expiring swordsman. CXL. ' I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon...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... | |
 | 1819 - 656 páginas
...eye, if not the ear, of such as are accustomed to correct rhymes, and a consistent orthography : " I see before me the gladiator lie : " He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow [.agony, " Consents to death, but conquers " And his drooped head sinks gradually low, [ebbiug slow... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 páginas
...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 - 308 páginas
...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 - 572 páginas
...remembers, as he dies, " 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...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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 páginas
...Of worms — on battle-plains or listed spot? Both are but theatres where the chief actors rot. CXL. I see before me the gladiator lie : He leans upon...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... | |
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