 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 holiday — All this rushed with his blood —...  Childe Harold's pilgrimage: Italy - Стр. 104авторы: George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1872Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | 1840 - Страниц: 378
...There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holyday : All this rush'd with his blood. Shall he expire, And unavenged * Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire! AND thou, too, of the snow-white plume ! Whose realm refused thee ev'na tomb ; Little didst thou deem,... | |
 | Jules Michelet - 1840 - Страниц: 718
...There was their Dacianmothcr — he, their sire, Butchcr'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — shall he expire, And unavenged? — Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire ! While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand ; When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall ; And when... | |
 | George W. Burnap - 1841 - Страниц: 288
...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? — Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!" The stage then, though comparatively an evil, and perhaps at this period of the world absolutely so,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1841 - Страниц: 998
...unavenged? — Arise, ye Goths! auJ glul\our in-. CXLI1. But here, where Murd г breathed her bluocly his family and ancestors — sometimes in poetry, sometimes in notes mnrraur'd like a mountain stream Dashing or winding as its torrent strays; Here, where the Ruinan million's... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1842 - Страниц: 866
...with his blood — Shall he expire And unavenged ? — Arise I ye Goths, and glut your ire ! OZLEC ta, where their hues instil The odorous purple of...XXIX. Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from af stray* ; Here, where the Roman million's blame or praise Was death or life, the playthings of a crowd,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1843 - Страниц: 560
...make a Roman holiday — (') All this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavenged 1 — Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire ! CXLII. But here, where Murder breathed her bloody steam ; And h«re, where buzzing nations choked the ways, And roar'd or murmur'd like a mountain stream Dashing... | |
 | John Murray (Firm) - 1843 - Страниц: 616
...There was their Daciaa mother — he, their sire, Butchei'd to make a Roman holiday. All this rush'd with his blood — shall he expire. And unavenged ? Arise, ye Goths, and glut your ire !" Childe RarolU. One of the most accurate of critics, John Bell, describes the anatomy of the Dying... | |
 | 1857 - Страниц: 516
...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? Arise ! Ye Goths, and glut your ire. It may be that, as we have said, the poet in this grand passage was not the maker of a connexion that... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - Страниц: 92
...There was their Dacian mother—he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday— All this rushed with his blood. Shall he expire, And unavenged ? Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire! But here, where Murder hreathed her bloody steam; And here, where buzzing nations choked the ways,... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - Страниц: 490
...There was their Dacian1 mother — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday ! All this rushed with his blood. — Shall he expire, And unavenged ? — Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire ! Byron. TIME'S SONG. O'EB the level plain where mountains greet me as I go, 0 'er the desert waste... | |
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