 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: Childe Harold's pilgrimage - Side 157av George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821Uten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
 | James Robert Boyd - 1844 - 372 sider
...the inhuman shout 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...mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holyday. All this rush'd with his blood — shall he expire, And unrevenged ? Arise, ye Goths ! and... | |
 | Adam Mickiewicz - 1844 - 644 sider
...Жррив, <« fteíít ®tfiá)t$$Qt ber fфcn jur Ьев 6í)riftentf)ume reifen «Slawen »or. *) He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where...their Dacian mother — he , their Sire , Butcher'd to made a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood. »en 24. Sanitär 1843. @o lange «in SSolf... | |
 | 1857 - 516 sider
...brutalities of the Roman Circus ; — His eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked not of the life he lost, nor prize, But where his...There was their Dacian mother;— he, their sire, Butchered to make a Koman. holiday ! All this rushed with his blood. {Shall he expire, And unavenged?... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 92 sider
...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...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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 sider
...won. He heard it, hut he heeded not ; his eyes Were with his heart, and that ivas far away : He recked ; T/ttve were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butchered... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 sider
...He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, 1 : 1 1 1 where his rude hut by the Danube lay ; Then ]X p a8 4 G3df5 ⃑ ~\ 9Q@ *:tj Irq ~lu / i | L +O n ī/ Mh 02 $: Butchered to make a Roman holiday. All this rushed with his blood. Shall he expire, And unavenged !... | |
 | William Coombs Dana - 1845 - 408 sider
...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 reck'd not...— he, their sire Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — AH this rush'd with his blood — shall he expire And unavenged ? Arise! ye Goths, and glut your... | |
 | William Gilmore Simms - 1845 - 448 sider
...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 reck'd...There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, ButcherM to make a Roman holiday !" — What a history is here ! — how complete — how true ! What... | |
 | 1845 - 916 sider
...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 rude...he their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday. — All this rush'd with his blood — shall he expire, And unaveng'd ? — Arise, ye Goths ! and glut... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 sider
...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...lay — There were his young barbarians all at play, 1 These beautiful lines have often been quoted as an instance of the superior range of poetry, compared... | |
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