He heard it, but he heeded not — 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 young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian Mother —... The Complete Poetical Works of Lord Byron - الصفحة 74بواسطة George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1905 - عدد الصفحات: 1055عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1826 - عدد الصفحات: 852
...ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not — his «yes Were with his heart , and that was far away ; He reck'd...There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher 'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with hi* blood — Shall he expire And unavenged?... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1826 - عدد الصفحات: 170
...arena swims around him — he is gone, [who won. Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch CXLI. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes...reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rnde hut by the Danube lay There were his young Barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother... | |
| John Richard Digby Beste - 1826 - عدد الصفحات: 538
...him. He is gone, " Ere the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch " who won. " He heard it, but ':'»- heeded not. His eyes " Were with his heart, and that...prize ; " But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, " Tltere wera his young barbarians all at play; " There was their Dacian mother—he, their sire, "... | |
| 1826 - عدد الصفحات: 464
...head sinks gradually low. and again, -His eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away : He reek'd not of the life he lost, nor prize ; But where his...play ; There was their Dacian mother ; — he, their sin-, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday. Chllde Harold. This oft admired sculpture has been affirmed,... | |
| 1827 - عدد الصفحات: 436
...manly brow Consent* to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low. and again, -His eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away...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... | |
| Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1828 - عدد الصفحات: 598
...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...There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday — All this rushed with' his Wood. — Shall he' expire And unavenged... | |
| Thomas Curtis (of Grove house sch, Islington) - عدد الصفحات: 436
...lovers, in every tragedy he has wrior.-. His eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked not of the life he lost, nor prize. But where his...There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire. Butchered to make a Roman holiday — All this rushed with his blood. Bynm'i Childe H BUTCHERS, in... | |
| Harriet Morton (author of Protestant vigils.) - 1829 - عدد الصفحات: 626
...heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, ami that was far away: He reck'd uot of the life he lost, nor prize. But where his rude...play ; There was their Dacian mother, he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday — All this rushed with his blood ! " Men, horses, arms, military... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1830 - عدد الصفحات: 386
...swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. CXL. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with...nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, Therc were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother— he, their sire, Buteher'd... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1831 - عدد الصفحات: 290
...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...There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday — (60) All this rushed with his blood — Shall he expire And unavenged... | |
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