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,... Routledge's readings, selected and arranged by E. Routledge - Page 67 edited by - 1871 Full view -
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