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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 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 343
των Marcius Willson - 1882 - 544 σελίδες
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The Works of Lord Byron: Complete in One Volume

George Gordon Noël Byron - 1826 - 776 σελίδες
...eyes Were with his heart , and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, llul Rutcher'd to make » Roman holiday — All this ruslfd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavenged...

Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1826
...his heart, and that was far away ; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rnde hut by the Danube lay There were his young Barbarians...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?...

A tour through part of France, Switzerland, and Italy, Τόμος 2

1827
...head sinks gradually low. and again, -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...There was their Dacian mother ; — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday. Childe Harold. This oft admired sculpture has been affirmed, with...

The Boston Lyceum, Τόμοι 1-2

1827
...forgot the savage arena, though purple with his own life's last tide, — forgot himself, — and — recked not of the life he lost nor prize ; But where...rude hut by the Danube lay ; — There were his young harbarians all at play, And there their Uacian mother. One of the finest and most spirit-stirring of...

The North American Review, Τόμος 27

Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1828
...swims around him, — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout, which hailed the wretch who won. ' He heard it, but he heeded not, — his eyes Were...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...

The North American Review, Τόμος 27

Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1828
...swims around him, — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout, which hailed the wretch who won. ' He heard it, but he heeded not, — his eyes Were...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 London encyclopaedia, or, Universal dictionary of ..., Τόμος 4,Μέρος 2

Thomas Curtis (of Grove house sch, Islington)
...half an hundred heroes, and quartered ftve . r six miserable lovers, in every tragedy he has wrior.-. His eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away...Roman holiday — All this rushed with his blood. Bynm'i Childe H BUTCHERS, in antiquity. Among the anaeo Romans there were three kinds of establishes...

Protestant vigils; or, Evening records of a journey in Italy, in ... 1826 ...

Harriet Morton (author of Protestant vigils.) - 1829
...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...a Roman holiday — All this rushed with his blood ! " Men, horses, arms, military eusigns, and trophies abound. Two thousand figures, two feet high,...

Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt. (Harrow ed.).

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1831
...swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who CXLI. [won. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with...he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday — (60) All this rushed with his blood — Shall he expire And unavenged ? — Arise ! ye Goths, and...

Childe Harold's pilgrimage, The giaour, The siege of Corinth [and other poems].

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1832
...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...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...




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