 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
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...woo. He heard it, but he heeded not- his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He reck'd not of the life he lost, nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his yotmy harimriims all at play, There was their DaelaB mother — he, their sire, Butchered to make «... | |
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