 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 - Sayfa 112George Gordon Byron Baron Byron tarafından - 1892 - 276 sayfaTam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
 | 1818 - 598 sayfa
...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... | |
 | 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 sayfa
...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'... | |
 | 1818 - 606 sayfa
...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 sayfa
...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 sayfa
...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 sayfa
...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 sayfa
...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 sayfa
...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 sayfa
...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 sayfa
...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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