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" 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 were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman... "
Letters to Lord Byron on a Question of Poetical Criticism: With Corrections ... - Страница 61
по William Lisle Bowles - 1822 - 217 страници
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The Quarterly Review, Том 19

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 страници
...lie heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away; Hereck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude...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 —...

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...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...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 —...

The Quarterly Review, Том 19

1818 - 606 страници
...Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where bis rude hut by the Danube lay There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their s>ire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All ibis rush'd with his blood —...

The London Quarterly Review, Том 19

1819 - 630 страници
...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...young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Unman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood —...

The works, of ... lord Byron, Том 7

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 страници
...heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost no prize , But where his rude hut by the Danube lay There...young barbarians all at play. There was their Dacian mother— he , their sire , Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — 56 All this rush'd with his blood—...

Lord Byron's Works ...

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 страници
...heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and th.it was far away He reck'd not of the life he lost, nor prize, But where his rude...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 —...

The Works of Lord Byron: Childe Harold's pilgrimage

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 308 страници
...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...young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — (60^ All this rush'd with his blood...

The Pamphleteer, Том 18

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The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Част 3

1833 - 554 страници
...heard it, and 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 hut by the Danube layf There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother j — he, their sire,...

The Wesleyan-Methodist Magazine

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...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...his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacinn mother — he, their sire, Butchered to make a .11. .nnm holiday. All this rushed with his blood...."...




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