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 hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Daci.an mother,... The Sixth Reader of the Popular Series - Σελίδα 343των Marcius Willson - 1882 - 544 σελίδεςΠλήρης προβολή - Σχετικά με αυτό το βιβλίο
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...' 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...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... | |
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...' 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...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... | |
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...' 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...play, 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... | |
| 1818 - 606 σελίδες
...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...There was their Dacian mother — he, their s>ire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All ibis rush'd with his blood — shall he expire And unavenged... | |
| 1819 - 630 σελίδες
...' 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...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... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 σελίδες
...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...play. There was their Dacian mother— he , their sire , Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — 56 All this rush'd with his blood— Shall he expire And unavenged... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 308 σελίδες
...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...There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — (60^ All this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavenged?... | |
| Abraham John Valpy - 1821 - 582 σελίδες
...won. " 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...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 unaveng'd... | |
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...CXLI. He 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...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 unavengcd?... | |
| 1833 - 554 σελίδες
...him— he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout that hail'd the wretch who won.1 " ' He heard it, and he heeded not, — his eyes Were with his heart, and...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,... | |
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