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,... The Poetical Works of Lord Byron - Page 54by George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1859 - 827 pagesFull view - About this book
| George Gordon Noël Byron - 1826 - 804 pages
...battle-plains or listed spot? Both arc but theatres where the chief nctor< rot. CHILDE HAROLD'S ST. 140—119. I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon...head sinks gradually low — And through his side the lii.-l drops, eliding slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-... | |
| Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - American fiction - 1828 - 598 pages
...of 'Childe Harold,' will remind the reader of the fate of the Dacian captives, when brought to Rome. '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,... | |
| Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - American fiction - 1828 - 598 pages
...Childe Harold,* will remind the reader of the fate of the Dacian captives, when brought to 'Rome. ' 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,... | |
| Nathaniel Hazeltine Carter - Europe - 1829 - 532 pages
...readers. Let any one peruse it, and then go and search for pleasing associations at the Coliseum : " 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... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1830 - 386 pages
...Such were the bloody Circus' genial laws, And the imperial pleasure.— Wherefore not? What matters where we fall to fill the maws Of worms— on battle-plains...Both are but theatres where the chief actors rot. I see before me the Gladiator lie: (M) He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death,... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1832 - 488 pages
...Such were the bloody Circus' genial laws, And the imperial pleasure. — Wherefore not? What matters where we fall to fill the maws Of worms — on battle-plains...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... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1832 - 488 pages
...Such were the bloody Circus' genial laws, And the imperial pleasure. — Wherefore not? What matters where we fall to fill the maws Of worms — on battle-plains...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'... | |
| Thomas Ewing - 1832 - 428 pages
...spirits sink, and move, In hearts all rocky now, the late remorse of love. BYHOX. 14 THE GLADIATOR. 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... | |
| James Hedderwick - Oratory - 1833 - 232 pages
...Such were the bloody Circus' genial laws, And the Imperial pleasure ! Wherefore not ? What matters where we fall to fill the maws Of worms — on battle-plains...Both are but theatres where the chief actors rot. I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but... | |
| Oliver Goldsmith - Rome - 1834 - 496 pages
...was the management of the finances entrusted ? THE PUBLIC AMUSKMENT8 AND PRIVATE LIFE OF TH1 ROMANS. 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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