 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...  Lord Byron's Works ... - Strana 167podľa George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | 1818 - Počet stránok 598
...the wretch who won. CXLI. ' He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor...this rush'd with his blood — shall he expire . And unavenged ?— Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire !' — p. 73. The Pantheon, the Mole of Hadrian,... | |
 | 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 - Počet stránok 600
...' lie heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away; Hereck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude...this rush'd with his blood — shall he expire And unavenged ? — Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire!' — p. 73The Pantheon, the Mole of Hadrian, St.... | |
 | 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 - Počet stránok 622
...the wretch who won. CXLI. ' He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor...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... | |
 | 1818 - Počet stránok 606
...wretch who wo». CXLI. ' He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that 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 was their Dacian... | |
 | 1819 - Počet stránok 630
...the wretch who wonCXLI. ' He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor...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 - Počet stránok 176
...heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost no prize , But where his rude hut by the Danube lay 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... | |
 | Abraham John Valpy - 1821 - Počet stránok 572
...hail'd the wretch who won. " He heard it, but he heeded not. His eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away : He reck'd not of the life he lost,...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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - Počet stránok 308
...the wretch who won. CXLI. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor...he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — (60^ All this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavenged? — Arise ! ye Goths, and... | |
 | Abraham John Valpy - 1821 - Počet stránok 582
...hail'd the wretch teho won. He heard it, but he heeded not. His eyes Were with his heart, and that mat far away : He recKd not of the life he lost, nor prize...play, There was their Dacian mother. He, their sire, Butcher'dto make a Roman holiday ! All this rush'd with his blood. Shall he expire, And unaveng'd ?... | |
 | 1833 - Počet stránok 554
...He heard it, and 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 layf There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother j — he, their sire,... | |
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