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 works, of ... lord Byron - Side 60af George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819Fuld visning - Om denne bog
| Marguerite Gardiner (countess of Blessington.) - 1839 - 424 sider
...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...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?... | |
| Marguerite Countess of Blessington - 1839 - 394 sider
...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...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... | |
| Oliver Goldsmith - 1839 - 590 sider
...eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, Hut where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his...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 unrevenged... | |
| 536 sider
...eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, Rut where his rude hut by the Danube lay There were his young barbarians all at play, There was the Uacian molher— he, their sire, Butcherd to make a Roman holidayAll this rush'd With his blood... | |
| William Cooke Taylor - 1840 - 464 sider
...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...— he their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood.— Shall he expire, And unavenged? — Awake, ye Goths, and glut... | |
| James Montgomery - 1840 - 340 sider
...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,...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... | |
| 1840 - 378 sider
...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...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... | |
| George Washington Bethune - 1840 - 64 sider
...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 was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday — All this rushed with his blood — Shall he expire And unrevenged... | |
| Jules Michelet - 1840 - 718 sider
...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...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 W. Burnap - 1841 - 288 sider
...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...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... | |
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