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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 - Page 343
by Alfred Hix Welsh - 1882
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The Knickerbocker: Or, New-York Monthly Magazine, Volume 11

Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1838 - 590 pages
...heeded not ' the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.' • 'His eyes Were witli his heurt, and that was far away ; He reck'd not of the life...lost, nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube tay, There were bis young barbarians all at play.' And this is our reading of the first chapter of...
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History of Rome

Oliver Goldsmith - 1838 - 598 pages
...shower ; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman sound which hailed the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not,...eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his...
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The Beauties & Wonders of Nature and Science: A Collection of Curious ...

Linney Gilbert - 1839 - 388 pages
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The Malta penny magazine

536 pages
...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...which Hail'd the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeds not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He reck'd not of the life he lost...
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The idler in Italy, Volume 1

Marguerite Gardiner (countess of Blessington.) - 1839 - 424 pages
...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...— he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won. " He heard it, but l\e heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and...
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The Sporting review, ed. by 'Craven'., Volume 19

John William Carleton - 1848 - 550 pages
...conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low. And through his side his last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy one by one, Like the...— he is gone, 'Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won." CRILDE HAROLD. " The dying man cried, ' Hold, I've had my gruel. Oh ! for...
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The Idler in Italy, Volume 1

Marguerite Countess of Blessington - 1839 - 394 pages
...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...— he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won. " He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that...
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Pinnock's Improved Edition of Dr. Goldsmith's Abridgment of the History of ...

Oliver Goldsmith - 1839 - 590 pages
...shower ; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman sound which hailed the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not,...eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, Hut where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his...
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Oeuvres, Volume 1

Jules Michelet - 1840 - 718 pages
...his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From I lie red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of...nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacianmothcr — he, their sire, Butchcr'd...
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Selections from the British Poets, Volume 2

1840 - 368 pages
...sinks gradually low ; And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavily, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and...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...
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