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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... "
Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt. Campe's ed - الصفحة 225
بواسطة George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1831
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