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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 drooped head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one,... "
Letters from Europe, the journal of a tour through Ireland, England ... - Page 160
by Nathaniel Hazeltine Carter - 1827
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 88

Scotland - 1860 - 796 pages
...brow which " conquered agony " has drooped at length, and from his side the last drops ebbing flow — "The arena swims around him— he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won." Having taken the round of the Exhibitions, let us return once again to the Academy, and finally...
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The Quarterly Review, Volume 19

1818 - 598 pages
...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, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. CXLI. ' He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart,...
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The Quarterly Review, Volume 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) - English literature - 1818 - 600 pages
...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, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. CXLI. ' lie heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart,...
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The works of ... lord Byron, Volumes 7-8

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 pages
...theatres where the chief actors rot CXL. I SPC before me the Gladiator lie: *9 He leans upon his hands — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony,...— he is gone, : Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. CXLT. , He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart,...
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The works, of ... lord Byron, Volume 7

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 pages
...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 him— he is gone, Ere ceased 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,...
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The Works of Lord Byron: Childe Harold's pilgrimage

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 308 pages
...(39> 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...— 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 his heart, and...
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The Pamphleteer, Volume 18

Abraham John Valpy - Great Britain - 1821 - 582 pages
...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 of a...around him. — He is gone Ere ceased the inhuman sound which hail'd the wretch who won. " He heard it, but he heeded not. His eyes Were with his heart,...
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The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 2

1833 - 474 pages
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The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Part 3

English literature - 1833 - 554 pages
...drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy one by one, Like the first of athunder-shower-,— and now The arena swims around him— he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout that hail'd the wretch who won,* " Now all this sculpture has embodied in perpetual marble, 'and every...
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The Pamphleteer, Volume 20

Abraham John Valpy - Great Britain - 1822 - 584 pages
...drops, ebbing slow From the sad gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first drops of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him. — He is gone Ere ceased the inhuman sound which hail'dthe wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not. His eyes Were with his heart,...
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