 | George Gordon Byron - 1994 - 884 str.
...worms — on battle-plains or listed spot ? Both are but theatre« where the chief actors rot. CXL. I h'd, and carbine bent. Some o'er their courser's harness...stand to bleed Beneath the shaft of foes unseen, aide the last drops, ebbing slow Prom the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower;... | |
 | Jan Glete - 1994 - 558 str.
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 | Jan Glete - 1994 - 576 str.
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 | Vincent Newey - 1995 - 304 str.
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 | John Varriano - 1995 - 304 str.
...surely the most memorable is that found in the fourth canto of Byron's Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: I see before me the gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand - his manly brow Consents to his death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks low, And through his side the last drops,... | |
 | David B. Cohen - 1995 - 372 str.
...is again at his window, dying in the arms of Bankhead. Like an ancient Greek chorus, Byron speaks: 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,... | |
 | Bruce Redford - 1996 - 156 str.
...and heighten what he feels. He situates the Dying Gaul in particular within a rousing mini-epic: I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his...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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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,... 
