 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...  Five Occasional Lectures: Delivered in Montreal - Страница 78написао/ла Francis Fulford - 1859 - 118 страницаПуни преглед - О овој књизи
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...his eyes 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...blood — shall he expire . And unavenged ?— Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire !' — p. 73. The Pantheon, the Mole of Hadrian, St. Peter's, whose vastness... | |
 | 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 страница
...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 hut by the Danube lay There were 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... | |
 | 1818 - 606 страница
...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...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 your... | |
 | 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 - 622 страница
...his eyes 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...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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 страница
...his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost no prize , But where his rude hut by the Danube lay There were his...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 страница
...his eyes 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...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 - 796 страница
...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... | |
 | Abraham John Valpy - 1821 - 582 страница
...eyes 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...All this rush'd with his blood. Shall he expire, And unaveng'd ? Arise, ye Goths, and glut your ire !" In the "Faithful Shepherdess" of Beaumont and Fletcher... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 страница
...eyes Were with his heart, and th.it 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...this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavengcd? — Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire! CXLII. But here, where Murder breathed her bloody... | |
 | Abraham John Valpy - 1821 - 572 страница
...eyes 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...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 !" In the " Faithful... | |
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