 | 1818 - 606 pagina’s
...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...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 pagina’s
...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 hut by the Danube lay There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their bire, Butcher'd... | |
 | 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 pagina’s
...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 hut by the Danube lay There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 pagina’s
...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 was their...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 pagina’s
...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 hut by the Danube lay There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd... | |
 | Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - 1820 - 796 pagina’s
...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 pagina’s
...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 rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd... | |
 | Abraham John Valpy - 1821 - 582 pagina’s
...He recKd 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'dto make a Roman holiday ! All this rush'd with his blood. Shall he expire, And unaveng'd ?... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 292 pagina’s
...he heeded not — his eyes AVere 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... | |
 | Abraham John Valpy - 1821 - 572 pagina’s
...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 hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother. He, their sire, Butcher'd to... | |
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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... 
