 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 first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout...  Select specimens of English poetry - Сторінка 39автори: Edward Hughes - 1856Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | 1818 - 598 стор.
...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...Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — shall he expire . And unavenged ?— Arise ! ye... | |
 | 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 стор.
...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...play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their bire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — shall he expire And... | |
 | 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 стор.
...' lie heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away; Hereck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude...Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — shall he expire And unavenged ? — Arise ! ye... | |
 | 1818 - 606 стор.
...swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who wo». CXLI. ' He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with...reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where bis rude hut by the Danube lay There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian... | |
 | 1819 - 630 стор.
...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...Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Unman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — shall he expire And unavenged ? — Arise ! ye... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 стор.
...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...that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost no prize , But where his rude hut by the Danube lay There were his young barbarians all at play. There... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 стор.
...around him — 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, and that was far away* He rrck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But wlic're his rude hut by the Danube lay There' were his... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 308 стор.
...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...Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — (60^ All this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavenged? — Arise... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 292 стор.
...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 reck'd...Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — (60) All this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavenged ? — Arise... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 стор.
...the wretch who wo CXLI. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and th.it was far away He reck'd not of the life he lost, nor...Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavengcd? — Arise! ye Goths,... | |
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