 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 holiday — All this rush'd with his blood,...  The works, of ... lord Byron - Stran 60avtor: George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819Celotni ogled - O knjigi
 | Denis O'Donovan - 1859 - 350 strani
...all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Boman holiday : All this rush'd with his blood — shall he expire,...And unavenged ? Arise, ye Goths, and glut your ire I " In the Palace of the Senator are the interesting remains of the Tabularium and a Museum of Ancient... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1859 - 364 strani
...piny, There was their Dacian mother — he, their .sire, . Buteher' d to make a lioman holiday — All 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 ; And here, where buzzing nations choked the ways,... | |
 | William Thomson - 1859 - 366 strani
...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... | |
 | Francis Fulford - 1859 - 126 strani
...all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holidayAll this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavenged ? — Arise ! ye Goths, and glut yaur ire !* Some of my earliest reminiscences are connected with Campbell ; and later in life I met... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1859 - 914 strani
...with his blood — Shall he expire .Vil managed ? — Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire ! CXLU, Bat n AnJ roar'd or inurmur'd like a mountain stream I^hing or winding аз its torrent strays ; Here, where... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1859 - 362 strani
...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 ; And here, where buzzing nations chcked the ways, And roar'd or murmur'd like a mountain stream Dashing or winding as its torrent strays... | |
 | Francis Fulford - 1859 - 120 strani
...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 I ye Goths, and glut your ire !" Some of my earliest reminiscences are connected with Campbell; and... | |
 | Thomas Tate (mathematical master.) - 1860 - 394 strani
...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." In cultivating the memory of children, the judicious teacher will not fail to associate important ideas... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1860 - 322 strani
...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 !" In this instance, the poet's morbid feelings passed into d pure channel, — the thought of his... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1860 - 312 strani
...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!" In this instance, the poet's morbid feelings passed into A pure channel,—the thought of his own separation... | |
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