 | 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 pàgines
...convulsed features and stiffened limbs, but the mental feelings and throes of the expiring swordsman. CXL. ' I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans...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 - 622 pàgines
...convulsed features and stiffened limbs, but the mental feelings and throes ttf the expiring swordsman. CXL. ' I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans...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 - 176 pàgines
...laws, And the imperial pleasure. — Wherefore not ? What matters where we fall to fill the maws ; 'il Of worms — on battle-plains or listed spot? Both...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... | |
 | 1819 - 630 pàgines
...convulsed features and stiffened limbs, but the mental feelings and throes of the expiring swordsman. CXL. ' I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans...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 Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 pàgines
...fellow man. And wherefore slaughtered ? wherefore, but because Such were the bloody Circus* genial laws, And the imperial pleasure — Wherefore not? What...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 Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 292 pàgines
...fellow man. And wherefore slaughter'd? wherefore, but because Such were the bloody Circus' genial laws, And the imperial pleasure. — Wherefore not ? What...actors rot. CXL. I see before me the Gladiator lie : (5® He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd... | |
 | Abraham John Valpy - 1821 - 572 pàgines
...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...conquers 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... | |
 | 1824 - 470 pàgines
...or, in the words of Byron, which form the best panegyric upon this wonderful statue thai I can give, I see before me the Gladiator lie ; He leans upon...conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low. and again, -His eyes Were with his heart, and that was faf away : He reck'd not of the life he... | |
 | Moyle Sherer - 1825 - 454 pàgines
...to the very eye, a picture which I defy you to look upon without a true, an unaffected sorrow: — " 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 gash,... | |
 | Moyle Sherer - 1825 - 454 pàgines
...to the very eye a picture which I defy you to look upon without a true, an unaffected sorrow : — " 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 gash,... | |
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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,... 
