 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
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...made by singing, ' Oh, how beautiful,' and sitting in the shade." You know Byron's famous lines: — There were his young barbarians all at play; There was their Dacian mother; he, their sire, Butcher 'd to make a Roman holiday 1 It isn't quite as bad as that, but never, never will I forget... | |
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