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 holiday — All this rush'd with his blood,... The works, of ... lord Byron - Page 60by George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819Full view
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - Poetry - 1996 - 830 pages
...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 ire! 1270 But here, where Murder breathed her bloody steam; And here, where buzzing nations choked the ways,...