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, Like... Lectures on English Literature: From Chaucer to Tennyson - Seite 276 von Henry Reed - 1867 - 387 Seiten Vollansicht -
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