 Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not, — his eyes Were with his heart, 'and that was far away. He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his...  Oeuvres complètes - Sayfa 278Stendhal tarafından - 1883Tam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
 | 1824 - 232 sayfa
...lost — nor prize, But where his rude but by the Danube lay; — There were his young harharians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holy-day — All this rush'd with his blood. Childe Harold. Yet though the poet feels all this so hejA-rendingly... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1828 - 598 sayfa
...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, Butchered to make a Roman holiday — All this rushed with bis blood. — Shall he expire And unavenged ? Arise ! ye Goths, and glut... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1828 - 598 sayfa
...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, Butchered to make a Roman holiday — All this rushed with' his Wood. — Shall he' expire And unavenged ? Arise ! ye Goths, and glut... | |
 | Thomas Curtis (of Grove house sch, Islington) - 436 sayfa
...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. Butchered to make a Roman holiday — All this rushed with his blood. Bynm'i Childe H BUTCHERS, in antiquity. Among the anaeo Romans... | |
 | Harriet Morton (author of Protestant vigils.) - 1829 - 626 sayfa
...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, Butchered to make a Roman holiday — All this rushed with his blood ! " Men, horses, arms, military eusigns, and trophies abound. Two... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1831 - 290 sayfa
...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, Butchered to make a Roman holiday — (60) All this rushed with his blood — Shall he expire And unavenged ? — Arise ! ye Goths, and... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1832 - 428 sayfa
...he lost or 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, Butchered to make a Roman holiday — All this rushed with his blood — shall he expire And unavenged ? — Arise ! ye Goths, and glut... | |
 | 1833 - 370 sayfa
...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, Butchered to make a Roman holidav — All this rushed with his bleod — Shall he expire And unavenged ! — Arise, ye (Joins,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1834 - 496 sayfa
...prizi-, But where his rudo hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, '1 here was their Dacian mother, he their sire Butchered to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — shall he expire, And unrevenged ? — Arise, ye Goths, and glut... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1838 - 598 sayfa
...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 Butchered to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — shall he expire, And unrevenged ? — Arise, ye Goths, and glut... | |
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