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. He heard it, but 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 young barbarians all at play,/ There was their Dacian Mother--he their sire/ Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday--/ All this rush'd with his blood--shall he expire/ And unavenged: Arise ye Goths and glut your ire% Childe Harold, Canto IV, Verses 140 and 141. [P. 6.]
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