There were his young barbarians all at play,
There was their Dacian mother— he, their sire,
Butchered to make a Roman holiday.


Childe Harold's Pilgrimage (1812–18) canto 4, st. 141

Lord Byron Quotes

There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother— he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday.

There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother— he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday.

There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother— he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday.

There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother— he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday.