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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,... "
Development of English Literature and Language - หน้า 343
โดย Alfred Hix Welsh - 1882
มุมมองทั้งเล่ม - เกี่ยวกับหนังสือเล่มนี้

The Quarterly Review, เล่มที่ 19

1818 - 598 หน้า
...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...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...

The Quarterly Review, เล่มที่ 19

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 หน้า
...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...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...

The Quarterly Review, เล่มที่ 19

1818 - 606 หน้า
...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...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;...

The Quarterly Review, เล่มที่ 19

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 หน้า
...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...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...

The London Quarterly Review, เล่มที่ 19

1819 - 630 หน้า
...swims around him — be is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who wonCXLI. ' He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with...nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd...

The works, of ... lord Byron, เล่มที่ 7

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 หน้า
...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...

The works of ... lord Byron, เล่มที่ 7-8

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 หน้า
...last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone,...the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. CXLT. , He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away* He...

The Pamphleteer, เล่มที่ 18

Abraham John Valpy - 1821 - 572 หน้า
...a thunder shower ; aud now The arena swims nround him. — He is gone Ere ceased the inhuman sound which hail'd the wretch who won. " He heard it, but...prize ; But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother. He, their sire, Butcher'd...

The Works of Lord Byron: Childe Harold's pilgrimage

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 308 หน้า
...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 — his eyes Were with...nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd...

The Works of Lord Byron: Childe Harold's pilgrimage

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 292 หน้า
...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, Like the...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...




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