 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— he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman...  Transactions of the Royal Historical Society - Page 10by Royal Historical Society (Great Britain) - 1873Full view - About this book
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...won. CXLI. ' 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...unavenged ?— Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire !' — p. 73. The Pantheon, the Mole of Hadrian, St. Peter's, whose vastness expands and ' renders... | |
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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...unavenged ? — Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire!' — p. 73The Pantheon, the Mole of Hadrian, St. Peter's, whose vastness expands and ' renders colossal'... | |
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 | English literature - 1818 - 606 pages
...wo». CXLI. ' 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 bis rude hut by the Danube lay There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian... | |
 | 1819 - 630 pages
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 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 pages
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 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 pages
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 | Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - English poetry - 1820 - 796 pages
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 | Abraham John Valpy - Great Britain - 1821 - 572 pages
...wretch who 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...Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday ! All this rush'd with bis blood. Shall he expire, And unaveng'df Arise, ye Goths, and glut your ire !" In the " Faithful... | |
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