 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - عدد الصفحات: 1126
...life he lost nor prize, But »"here his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians eart, — *° All this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavenged ? — Arise ! ye Goths, and... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1854 - عدد الصفحات: 320
...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 1 — Arise ! ye Goths, and glut... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - عدد الصفحات: 1126
...play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — °° h, Nor quiver, though the universe may quake. your ire! CXLII. But here, where Murder breathed her bloody steam And here, where buzzing nations choked... | |
 | 1854 - عدد الصفحات: 660
...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. Aye, and he did not die unavenged ! The sons of those dastard Romans and those Roman mothers,... | |
 | 1854 - عدد الصفحات: 576
...their Daeian mother, • — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday, — All this rushed with his blood. — Shall he expire, A.nd unavenged ? — Arise, ye Goths, and glut your ire ! S3. DEGENERACY OF GREECE. — Lord Ryron. THE Isles of Greece, the Isles of Greece ! Where... | |
 | Maurice Baring - 1909 - عدد الصفحات: 388
...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... | |
 | 1909 - عدد الصفحات: 720
...all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday. All this rush'd with his blood. Shall he expire And unavenged ? — Arise ! Ye Goths, and glut your ire." — Byron's Coliseum. 3. Compare the scene described in the above selection with the tragedy... | |
 | Curtis Hidden Page - 1910 - عدد الصفحات: 968
...life he lost nor prize. But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, Tliere were his young barbarians eth silken-sail'd Skimming down to Camelot ; But who hatb seen her wave her hand ? 1 Bee the Lif — All this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavenged ? Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your... | |
 | Ruth Shepard Phelps - 1910 - عدد الصفحات: 402
...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 ! But here, where murder breathed her bloody steam ; And here, where buzzing nations choked... | |
 | Alphonso Gerald Newcomer - 1910 - عدد الصفحات: 776
...There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday — All this rushed uls, which thus each other thwarted, Love was the very root of the fond rag your ire! 142 But here, where Murder breathed her bloody steam : And here, where buzzing nations choked... | |
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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... 
