I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand, — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low, — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by... School Reading by Grades: Sixth Year - Page 213by James Baldwin - 1897 - 240 pagesFull view - About this book
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