 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 hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian Mother —...  The Complete Poetical Works of Lord Byron - 74 ページGeorge Gordon Byron Baron Byron 著 - 1905 - 1055 ページ全文表示 - この書籍について
 | 1818 - 598 ページ
...arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. CXLI. ' He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes...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... | |
 | 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 ページ
...arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. CXLI. ' He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes...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... | |
 | 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 ページ
...' 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...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,... | |
 | 1818 - 606 ページ
...arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who wo». CXLI. ' He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes...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 ページ
...swims around him — be is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who wonCXLI. ' He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with...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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 ページ
...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...he , their sire , Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — 56 All this rush'd with his blood— Shall he expire And unavenged ? — Arise ! ye Goths , and... | |
 | Abraham John Valpy - 1821 - 572 ページ
...arena swims nround him. — He is gone Ere ceased the inhuman sound which hail'd the wretch who won. " He heard it, but he heeded not. His eyes Were with...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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 308 ページ
...arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. CXLI. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes...he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — (60^ All this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavenged? — Arise ! ye Goths, and... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 ページ
...the wretch who wo 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...make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavengcd? — Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire! CXLII. But here, where... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 292 ページ
...inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. CXLI. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes AVere with his heart, and that was far away ; He reck'd...he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — (60) All this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavenged ? — Arise ! ye Goths, and... | |
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