 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...  Childe Harold, ed. by H.F. Tozer - 178. oldalszerző: George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1885 - 336 oldalTeljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | 1818 - 598 oldal
...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,...unavenged ?— Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire !' — p. 73. The Pantheon, the Mole of Hadrian, St. Peter's, whose vastness expands and ' renders... | |
 | 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 - 600 oldal
...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,...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 - 622 oldal
...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...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 - 606 oldal
...lost nor prize, But where bis rude hut by the Danube lay There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, 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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 oldal
...lost no 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 — 56 All this rush'd with his blood— Shall he expire And unavenged ? — Arise ! ye Goths , and... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 oldal
...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... | |
 | 1819 - 630 oldal
...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 Unman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — shall he expire And unavenged ? — Arise ! ye... | |
 | Abraham John Valpy - 1821 - 582 oldal
...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...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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 oldal
...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,...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 - 572 oldal
...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 bis blood. Shall he expire, And unaveng'df Arise, ye Goths, and glut your ire !" In the " Faithful... | |
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