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Side 28 - 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, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him! — He is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Side 28 - and that was far away. He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Daci.an mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday! — All this rushed with his blood. — Shall he expire And unavenged? — Arise, ye Goths, and glut your ire!
Side 170 - OH ! had we some bright little isle of our own, In a blue summer ocean, far off and alone, Where a leaf never dies in the still blooming bowers, And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers ; Where the sun loves to pause With so fond a delay, That the night only draws A thin veil o'er the day; Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live, Is worth the best joy that life elsewhere can give.
Side 196 - Caught her dishevell'd hair, and rich attire : Her crown and jewels crackled in the fire : From thence the fuming trail began to spread, And lambent glories danc'd about her head.
Side 109 - O'er whose unhappy waters, void of light, No bird presumes to steer his airy flight ; Such deadly stenches from the depth arise, And steaming sulphur, that infects the skies.
Side 49 - Access we sought, nor was access denied: Radiant she came ; the portals open'd wide : The goddess mild invites the guests to stay: They blindly follow where she leads the way. I only wait behind, of all the train : I waited long, and...
Side 52 - And fills the city with his hideous cries : A ghastly band of giants hear the roar, And, pouring down the mountains, crowd the shore. Fragments they rend from off the craggy brow, And dash the ruins on the ships below...
Side 109 - Through the hill's hollow sides: before the place, A hundred doors a hundred entries grace: As many voices issue, and the sound Of Sibyl's words as many times rebound. Now to the mouth they come. Aloud she cries, "This is the time! inquire your destinies! He comes! behold the god!
Side 106 - These holy rites perform'd, they took their way Where long extended plains of pleasure lay: The verdant fields with those of heav'n may vie, With ether vested, and a purple sky; The blissful seats of happy souls below. Stars of their own, and their own suns, they know; Their airy limbs in sports they exercise, And on the green contend the wrestler's prize.
Side 103 - Thus solemn rites and holy vows we paid To all the phantom-nations of the dead ; Then died the sheep : a purple torrent flow'd, And all the caverns smoked with streaming blood. When lo ! appear'd along the dusky coasts, Thin, airy shoals of visionary ghosts : Fair, pensive youths, and soft enamour'd maids ; And wither'd elders, pale and wrinkled shades ; Ghastly with wounds the forms of warriors slain Stalk'd with majestic port, a martial train : These and a thousand more swarm'd o'er the ground,...