| 1818 - عدد الصفحات: 598
...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 - عدد الصفحات: 606
...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 - عدد الصفحات: 600
...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 - عدد الصفحات: 176
...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 - عدد الصفحات: 630
...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 - عدد الصفحات: 308
...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 - عدد الصفحات: 478
...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 - عدد الصفحات: 572
...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 - عدد الصفحات: 470
...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 - عدد الصفحات: 454
...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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