| James Montgomery - 1840 - 340 страница
...chisel, the other her pencil, •he continues her strain ; wherein, having already sung what each has pictured, she thus reveals that secret of the sufferer's...mother : — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holyday , All this gush'd with his blood." * * * Myriads of eyes had gazed upon that statue ; through... | |
| William Cooke Taylor - 1840 - 800 страница
...him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretcli who won. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and...sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rnsh'd with his blood — Shall he expire, And unavenged? — Awake, ye Goths, and glut your ire !... | |
| 1840 - 368 страница
...around him : he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not : his eyes Were with his heart, and...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... | |
| Jules Michelet - 1840 - 718 страница
...him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who [won. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and...his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacianmothcr — he, their sire, Butchcr'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood... | |
| George Washington Bethune - 1840 - 64 страница
...around him ; he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut, by the Danube lay, There were his... | |
| George W. Burnap - 1841 - 288 страница
...him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch •who won. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and...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... | |
| William Cooke Taylor - 1841 - 348 страница
...around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'dthe wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and...sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire, And unrevenged 1 — Awake, ye Goths, and glut your ire... | |
| 1851 - 428 страница
...him — he in gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch [who won He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and...sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood. — Shall he expire, And unavenged I — Awake, ye Goths, and glut your ire... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1841 - 474 страница
...— he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. CXLI. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and...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 !... | |
| Eliza Robbins - 1841 - 390 страница
...him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won. 6. He heard it but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and...There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday." 7. The theatres in the early ages of Rome were only rude wooden... | |
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