 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 young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman...  Works - Strana 423podľa George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1899Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | 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...There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — shall he expire And unavenged... | |
 | 1818 - Počet stránok 598
...' 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 his rude...There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — shall he expire . And unavenged... | |
 | 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
...' 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 his rude...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
...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...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... | |
 | 1819 - Počet stránok 630
...' 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 his rude...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... | |
 | 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...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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - Počet stránok 466
...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 - Počet stránok 796
...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 - Počet stránok 478
...CXLI. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and th.it was far away He reck'd not of the life he lost, nor prize, But where his...There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavengcd?... | |
 | Abraham John Valpy - 1821 - Počet stránok 582
...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, nor prize ; But where his...play, There was their Dacian mother. He, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday ! All this rush'd with his blood. Shall he expire, And unaveng'd... | |
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