 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...  Poetry of Byron: Chosen and Arranged - Page 112de George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1892 - 276 pagesAffichage du livre entier - À propos de ce livre
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1818 - 604 pages
...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...unavenged ?— Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire !' — p. 73. The Pantheon, the Mole of Hadrian, St. Peter's, whose vastness expands and ' renders... | |
 | 1818 - 598 pages
...was far away; Hereck'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...unavenged ? — Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire!' — p. 73The Pantheon, the Mole of Hadrian, St. Peter's, whose vastness expands and ' renders colossal'... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1818 - 606 pages
...was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where bis rude hut by the Danube lay There were his young barbarians all at play, There...their s>ire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All ibis rush'd with his blood — shall he expire And unavenged ? — Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1818 - 622 pages
...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 bire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — shall he expire And... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 pages
...was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost no prize , But where his rude hut by the Danube lay There were his young barbarians all at play. There...he , their sire , Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — 56 All this rush'd with his blood— Shall he expire And unavenged ? — Arise ! ye Goths , and... | |
 | 1819 - 630 pages
...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...Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Unman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — shall he expire And unavenged ? — Arise ! ye... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 pages
...Dacian mother — he, their sire, Bulrher'd to make a Roman holiday — 6° All this rush M with bis blood — Shall he expire And unavenged? — Arise!' ye Goths, and glut your ire! CXLII. But here, where Murder breathed her bloody steam; And here, where buzzing nations choked the... | |
 | Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - 1820 - 796 pages
...azray ; i He reck'd not of the ILfe he lost nur prize, But where his rude hat by the Danube lay lüere were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their lire, Butcher'd to mate a Roman. holiday — jlll lhis rush'd with his blood — Shall he espire And... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 pages
...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...this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavengcd? — Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire! CXLII. But here, where Murder breathed her bloody... | |
 | Abraham John Valpy - 1821 - 582 pages
...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...All this rush'd with his blood. Shall he expire, And unaveng'd ? Arise, ye Goths, and glut your ire !" In the "Faithful Shepherdess" of Beaumont and Fletcher... | |
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