He recked 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 Daci.an mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday! — All this rushed with his blood.... The Works of Lord Byron - Página 343de George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1922Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
| 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 - 622 páginas
...There was their Dacian mother — he, their bire, 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. 73. The Pantheon, the Mole of Hadrian, St. Peter's, whose vastness expands and ' renders... | |
| 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 - 600 páginas
...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 colossal'... | |
| 1819 - 630 páginas
...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 Goths, and glut your ire !' — p. 73. The Pantheon, the Mole of Hadrian, St. Peter's, whose vastness expands and ' renders... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 páginas
...rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavengcd? — Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire! CXLII. But here, where Murder breathed her bloody steam;...And here, where buzzing nations choked the ways, And roar'd or murmur'd like a mountain stream Dashing or winding as its torrent strays; Here, where the... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1824 - 334 páginas
...hreathed her hloody steam ; And here, where huzzing nations choked the ways, And roar'd or mnrmur'd like a mountain stream Dashing or winding as its torrent strays; Here where the Roman million's hlame or praise Was death or life, the playthings of a erowd, (61) My voice sounds mueh — and fall... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 906 páginas
...rnsh'd with his blood—shall he expire And unavenged?—Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire! cxLi1. But here, where murder breathed her bloody steam;...And here, where buzzing nations choked the ways, And roar'd or murmur'd like a mountain-stream Dashing or winding as its torrent strays; Here, where the... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1826 - 170 páginas
...breathed her bloody stream ; And here, where buzzing nations choked the ways, And roar'd or murmur'd like a mountain stream Dashing or winding as its torrent strays ; Here, with the Roman million's blame or praise Was death or life, the plaything of a crowd, My voice sounds... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1828 - 780 páginas
...hie blood — Shall lie expire, And unavenged T — Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire! CXL1Ï. Bat here, where murder breathed her bloody steam ; And here, where buzzing nations choked the wnys, I And roar d or niurmur'd like a mountain stream Dj-hinj; or winding ns its torrent strays; !llrre,... | |
| Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1828 - 598 páginas
...their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday — All this rushed with bis blood. — Shall he expire And unavenged ? Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire ! ' as well as to the natural stock of the Wallachians of the present time. What few books they have,... | |
| Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1828 - 598 páginas
...mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday — All this rushed with' his Wood. — Shall he' expire And unavenged ? Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire ! ' as well as to the natural stock of the Wallachians of the present time. What few books they have,... | |
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