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...He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He rcck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude...this rush'd with his blood — shall he expire, And unaveng'd ? — Arise, ye Goths ! and glut your ire ! The Goths did arise and overwhelm their tyrants....

...hailed the 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...— he, their sire Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — AH this rush'd with his blood — shall he expire And unavenged ? Arise! ye Goths, and glut your...

...hail'd the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes \yere with his heart — and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where bis rüde hut by the Danube lay — There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian...

...made by singing, ' Oh, how beautiful,' and sitting in the shade." You know Byron's famous lines: — There were his young barbarians all at play; There was their Dacian mother; he, their sire, Butcher 'd to make a Roman holiday 1 It isn't quite as bad as that, but never, never will I forget...

...interior vision of a heart: 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...this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unaveng'd? — Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire! (IV.141) The concatenations here are bewildering...

...were his young barbarians all at pi»y. There was their Dacian mother— be, their sire, Bntcher'd ed, Wnrt »Inwlixr flfld— thp.n mllied— then with. i with28o Canto П Л 281 unavenged ? Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire ' ПУТ.ТТ Bat here, where Harder breathed her bloody...

...hail'd the 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...this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavenged? — Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire! (st. 140-41) In this ecphrastic passage, Byron exalts...

...won. 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...play, There was their Dacian mother - he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday. While African boys raked over the bloodstained sand, fallen gladiators...