 Yet come it will, the day decreed by fates, 570 (How my h:art trembles while my tongue relates !) The day when thou, imperial Troy ! must bend, And see thy warriors fall, thy glories end. And yet no dire presage so wounds my mind, My mother's death, the...  Education - Pagina 311900Vizualizare completă - Despre această carte
 | 1770 - 268 pagini
...imperial Troy ! muft bend, And fee thy warrioors fail, thy glories end. And yet no dire prefage fo wounds my mind, My mother's death, the ruin of my...hoary hairs defil'd with gore, Not all my brothers gafping on the fhore ; As thine, Andromache ! thy griefs I dread ; I fee thee trembling, weeping, captive... | |
 | Homerus, William Holwell - 1776 - 392 pagini
...imperial Troy ! muft bend, And fee thy warriours fall, thy glories end. And yet no dire .prefag? fo wounds my mind, My mother's death, the ruin of my...hoary hairs defil'd with gore, . . Not all my brothers gafping on the fhore ; As thine, Andromache ! thy griefs I dread ; I fee thee trembling, weepipg, captive... | |
 | 1780 - 226 pagini
...warriours fall, thy glories end. And yet no dire prefage fo wounds my mind, My mother's death, the rain of my kind, Not Priam's hoary hairs defil'd with gore, Not all my brothers gafping on the fhore; As thine, Andromache! thy griefs I dread; I fee thee trembling, weeping, captive... | |
 | John Walter - 1785 - 258 pagini
...imperial Troy !— muft bend ; Muft fee thy warriors fall ; thy glories end. And, yet, no dire preface fo wounds my mind, My mother's death, the ruin of my...hoary hairs defil'd with gore, Not all my brothers galping on the fhore,. As thine, Andromache!- — Thy griefs I dread ; 1 fee thee, trembling, weeping,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1785 - 568 pagini
...thou, imperial Troy ! mufl bend, And fee thy warriors fall, thy glories end. And yet no dire prefage fo wounds my mind, My mother's death, the ruin of my...hoary hairs defil'd with gore, Not all my brothers gafping on the more ; As thine, Andromache ! thy griefs I dread ; I fee thee trembling, weeping, captive... | |
 | William Scott - 1789 - 416 pagini
...! — muft bend, Muft fee thy warriours fall, thy glories end. And, yet, no dire prefage fb wonnds my mind, My mother's death, the ruin of my kind, Not...hoary hairs defil'd with gore, Not all my brothers galping on the fhore, As thine, Andromache ! — Thy griefs I dread ! I fee thee trembling, weeping,... | |
 | Robert Anderson - 1795 - 902 pagini
...imperial Troy ! mud bend, / And tee thy warriors fall, thy glories end. And yet no dire prefage fo wounds my mind, My mother's death, the ruin of my...hoary hairs defil'd with gore, Not all my brothers gafping on the more ; As thine, Andromache ! thy griefs I dread ; I fee thee trembling, weeping, captive... | |
 | Robert Anderson - 1795 - 1104 pagini
...thou, imperial Troy ! mud bend, And fee thy warriors fall, thy glories end. And yet no-dire prefage fo wounds my mind, My mother's death, the ruin of my kind, Not Priam's hoary hairs deul'd with gore, Not all my brothers gafping on the fliore ; As thine, Andromache ! thy griefs I dread... | |
 | John Dickinson - 1801 - 450 pagini
...end — ".f f The remainder of this speech of Hectar to Andromacbi, consists of these line* : — " And yet no dire presage so wounds my mind, " My mother's...death, the ruin of my kind, " Not Priam's hoary hairs defiled with gore, " Not all my brothers gasping on the shore ; " As thine, Andromache ! thy griefs... | |
 | John Dickinson - 1801 - 650 pagini
...presage so wounds my mind, " My mother.s death, the ruin of my kind, " Not Priam.s hoary hairs defiled with gore, " Not all my brothers gasping on the shore;...As thine, Andromache ! thy griefs I dread : " I see thec trembling, weeping, captive led! <' In Argive looms our battles to design, • f " And woes, of... | |
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