 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 280Stendhal tarafından - 1883Tam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1869 - 526 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. Shall he expire, And unavenged ? Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your... | |
 | English poetry - 1869 - 328 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. Shall he expire And unavenged ? Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your... | |
 | Treasury - 1869 - 474 sayfa
...109. The nympholepsy of some fond despair. Canto iv. Stan2a 115. There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday. Canto iv. Stan2a 14i. While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand ; When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall... | |
 | Young Men's Christian Associations (London, England) - 1869 - 320 sayfa
...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. Shall he expire, And unavenged ? Arise, ye Goths, and glut your ire... | |
 | Thomas Budd Shaw, William Smith - 1869 - 420 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 — Shall he expire And unavenged? — Arise I ye Goths, and glut your... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1869 - 264 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. Shall he expire, And unavenged ? Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your... | |
 | Scottish school-book assoc - 1869 - 438 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. Shall he expire, and unavenged? Arise! ye Goths, iiud glut your ire... | |
 | Marcius Willson - 1870 - 382 sayfa
...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. Shall he expire, And unavenged ? Arise, ye Goths, and glut your ire.... | |
 | William Evill - 1870 - 188 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 Eoman holiday." My friend and I read these lines together, and, familiar "THE DYING GLADIATOB." 73... | |
 | Rev. A. J. O'Reilly - 1871 - 432 sayfa
...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 : shall he expire, And unavenged ? Arise, ye Goths, and glut your ire."... | |
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