 | 1770 - 268 sayfa
...thou, 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...Andromache ! thy griefs I dread ; I fee thee trembling, weeping, captive led ! In Argive looms our battles to defign, And woes, of iyhich fo large a part was... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 396 sayfa
...glories end. And yet no dire prefage fo wounds my mind, My mother's death, the ruin of my kind, 575 Not Priam's hoary hairs defil'd with gore, Not all my brothers gafping on the (hore ; As thine, Andromache ! thy 'griefs I dread ; I fee thee trembling, weeping, captive led ! In... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 408 sayfa
...thou, imperial Troy ! muft bend, And fee thy warriours fall, thy glories end. And yet no dire preTage fo wounds my mind, My mother's death, the ruin of my kind, .573 Not Priam's hoary hairs defil'd with gore, Not all my brothers gafping on the fhore:; As thine,... | |
 | 1780 - 226 sayfa
...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,...Andromache! thy griefs I dread; I fee thee trembling, weeping, captive led ! In Argive looms our battles to deugn, And woes, of which fo large a part was... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1785 - 568 sayfa
...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...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 led ! In... | |
 | John Walter - 1785 - 258 sayfa
...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...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,... | |
 | William Scott - 1789 - 416 sayfa
...! — 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,... | |
 | Homer - 1791 - 410 sayfa
...them, 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, 575 Not Priam's hoary hairs defil'd with gore, Not all my brothers gafping on the more ; As thine,... | |
 | James Burgh - 1792 - 410 sayfa
...yet no dire preface Ib wounds my mind, G« is r " My mother's death, the ruin of my kind, AFF'ECT. " Not Priam's hoary hairs defil'd with gore, " Not all my brothers gafping on t\\efoore, " As /£/'»<?, Andromache ! — T/fcy griefs I dread ! " 1 fee thee trembling, weeping,... | |
 | Robert Anderson - 1795 - 902 sayfa
...thoti, 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...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 led I In... | |
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Priam's hoary hairs defil'd with gore, Not all my brothers gasping on the shore, As thine, Andromache! Thy griefs I dread: I see thee trembling, weeping, captive led, In Argive looms our battles to design, And woes of which so large a part was thine! 
