 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 which hailed the wretch who won. He heard...  New National Third Reader - Page 374by Charles Joseph Barnes - 1884 - 240 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Matthew Arnold - 1973 - 508 pages
...'Will no one tell me what she sings?' 5 so from Byron, too, at his best, there will come such verse as 'He heard it, but he heeded not; his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away.' Of verse of this high quality, Byron has much; of verse of a quality lower than this, of a quality... | |
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