|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|I see before me the gladiator lie:|
He leans upon his handhis manly brow
Consents to death, but conquers agony,
And his droopd 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 himhe is gone,
Ere ceased the inhuman shout which haild the wretch who won.
Byron.Childe Harold, Canto IV. Stanza 140.
|Butchered to make a Roman holiday.|
Byron.Childe Harold, Canto IV. Stanza 141.