 He recked 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, Butchered to make a Roman holiday — All this rushed with his blood —...  Childe Harold's pilgrimage: Italy - Page 104by George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1872Full view - About this book
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