 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 - Стр. 157авторы: George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | 1818 - Страниц: 598
...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 not...he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — shall he expire . And unavenged ?— Arise ! ye Goths, and glut... | |
 | 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 - Страниц: 622
...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 not...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 - Страниц: 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...he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — shall he expire And unavenged ? — Arise ! ye Goths, and glut... | |
 | 1818 - Страниц: 606
...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 - Страниц: 630
...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 not...Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Unman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — shall he expire And unavenged ? — Arise ! ye... | |
 | Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - 1820 - Страниц: 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 - Страниц: 478
...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...he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavengcd? — Arise! ye Goths, and glut... | |
 | Abraham John Valpy - 1821 - Страниц: 582
...hail'd the wretch teho won. He heard it, but he heeded not. His eyes Were with his heart, and that mat far away : He recKd not of the life he lost, nor prize...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 ?... | |
 | 1833 - Страниц: 554
...He heard it, and 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 rude hut by the Danube layf There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother j — he, their sire,... | |
 | Abraham John Valpy - 1822 - Страниц: 584
...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...He, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday ! AH this rush'd with his blood. Shall he expire, And unaveng'd ? Arise, ye Goths, and glut your ire."'... | |
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