 | 1818 - 598 páginas
...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 holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — shall he expire . And unavenged ?— Arise ! ye Goths, and glut... | |
 | 1818 - 606 páginas
...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 mother — he, their s>ire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All ibis 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 - 600 páginas
...all at play, 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!' — p. 73The Pantheon, the Mole of Hadrian, St. Peter's, whose vastness expands and ' renders... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 páginas
...the life he lost no 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 holiday — 56 All this rush'd with his blood— Shall he expire And unavenged ? — Arise ! ye Goths , and... | |
 | 1819 - 630 páginas
...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 Unman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — shall he expire And unavenged ? — Arise ! ye... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 308 páginas
...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,...expire And unavenged? — Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire ! CXLII. But here, where Murder breathed her bloody steam ; And here, where buzzing nations... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 páginas
...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 holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavengcd? — Arise! ye Goths, and glut... | |
 | Abraham John Valpy - 1821 - 572 páginas
...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 holiday ! All this rush'd with bis blood. Shall he expire, And unaveng'df Arise, ye Goths, and glut your ire... | |
 | 1824 - 470 páginas
...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 holiday. Childe Harold. This oft admired sculpture has been affirmed, with apparent reason, to be a copy of... | |
 | Moyle Sherer - 1825 - 454 páginas
...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 holiday— All this rush'd with his blood. — Shall he expire, And unaveng'd ?—Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your... | |
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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... 
