 | George W. Burnap - 1848 - 358 pàgines
...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 — Shall he expire And unavenged? — Arise! yeGoths,andglutyourire!" The stage then, though comparatively an evil, and perhaps at this period of... | |
 | Thomas King Greenbank - 1849 - 446 pàgines
...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 holiday All this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire, And unavenged ? — Arise ! ye Goths, and glut... | |
 | Two creations - 1849 - 138 pàgines
...• There was the Dacian mother — he their sire Butchered to make a Roman holiday ! All this rushed with his blood. Shall he expire? And unavenged ? Arise, ye Goths, and glut your ire !" To the honour of the ancient Greeks they steadily refused, from motives of humanity, to... | |
 | Adam Mickiewicz - 1849 - 654 pàgines
...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 made a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood. 2Cd|)te SSorícfung. Sen 24. Sanuor 1843.... | |
 | John Murray (Firm), Octavian Blewitt - 1850 - 750 pàgines
...life he lost nor prize', But where his rude hut by the Danube lay. There were hie 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 — shall he expire, And unavenged ? Arise, ye Goths, and glut your... | |
 | A. Cunningham - 1850 - 200 pàgines
...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 holiday ! All this rush'd with his blood. — Shall he expire, And unaveng'd ? — Aris«, ye Goths, and glut... | |
 | Robert Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - 524 pàgines
...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 holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire. And unaveng'd ? — Arise ! ye Goths, and glut... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 pàgines
...There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday — All this rushed with his blood — Shall he expire And unavenged ? — Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire !" We are willing to admit that it is scarcely just to select a verse at random from the American,... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 382 pàgines
...There was their Dacian mother — he, then- sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday — All this rushed with his blood — Shall he expire And unavenged ? — Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire !" We are willing to admit that it is scarcely just to select a verse at random from the American,... | |
 | Morning call - 1850 - 608 pàgines
...| But where his rude tent by the Danube lay, '/'/''.v, were his younp barbarians all at play, Tlmre 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 ? Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your... | |
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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... 
