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,... The Works of Lord Byron: Childe Harold's pilgrimage - Seite 157 von George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 Vollansicht -
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