 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. 102авторы: George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1872Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | the calcutta review - 1857 - Страниц: 514
...was their Dacian mother ; — he, their sire, Butchered to mak» a Roman 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... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1857 - Страниц: 444
...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 ! BYRON. LXIV. — LAMENTATION FOR THE DEATH OF CELIN.« AT the gate of old Grana'da, when all its... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1857 - Страниц: 242
...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! " In this, there is genuine poetic vision, genuine feeling ; in a word, true imaginative power, and... | |
 | English poetry - 1857 - Страниц: 334
...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 ! 288 But here, where Murder breathed her bloody steam ; And here, where buzzing nations choked the... | |
 | William Thomson - 1857 - Страниц: 416
...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 ! " BTBOH. Here the analysis of the impression is carried to its farthest ; and in the second stanza... | |
 | John Wilson - 1857 - Страниц: 480
...now Th' ua swims around him— he is gone, Ere ce l the inhuman shout that hail'd the wretch who won. Shall he expire, And Unavenged ? Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire." Pain, endurance, and in death a prophetic dream of retaliation and revenge ! Such sublimity did Byron... | |
 | John Wilson - 1857 - Страниц: 480
...arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout that hail'd the wretch who won. Shall he expire, And unavenged ? Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire." Pain, endurance, and in death a prophetic dream of retaliation and revenge ! Such sublimity did Byron... | |
 | Thomas Buckley Smith - 1858 - Страниц: 310
...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 !— BYRON. ROME. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1859 - Страниц: 364
...this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavenged ? Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire ! But here, where Murder breathed her bloody steam ;...where buzzing nations choked the ways, And roar'd or murumr'd like a mountain stream Dashing or winding as its torrent strays; Here, where the Roman million's... | |
 | William Thomson - 1859 - Страниц: 366
...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 ! " BYRON. Here the analysis of the impression is carried to its farthest ; and in the second stanza... | |
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