 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...  The works of lord Byron - Pagina 56door George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1826Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | 1818 - 598 pagina’s
...inhuman shout which hail'd 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...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 - 622 pagina’s
...inhuman shout which hail'd 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...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... | |
 | 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
...' 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 - 606 pagina’s
...inhuman shout which hail'd the 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 - 630 pagina’s
...the inhuman shout which hail'd 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...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... | |
 | Abraham John Valpy - 1821 - 582 pagina’s
...ceased the inhuman sound which 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...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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 pagina’s
...the wretch who wo 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...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?... | |
 | William Lisle Bowles - 1822 - 108 pagina’s
...ceased the inhuman .sound which liail'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...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... | |
 | Abraham John Valpy - 1822 - 584 pagina’s
...won. He heard it, but he heeded not. His eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away : He rcck'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 ! AH this rush'd with his blood. Shall he expire, And unaveng'd ?... | |
 | William Lisle Bowles - 1822 - 260 pagina’s
...Iiail'd the wretch who won. " Ho heard it, but he heeded not. His eyes " Were with his heart, andthat was far away: " He reck'd not of the life he lost,...his young barbarians all at play, " There was their Daciau mother. He, their sire, " Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday ! " All this rush'd with his blood.... | |
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