 | 1806 - 408 sayfa
...relates!) Th<5 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 ruin of my kind, Not Priam's hoary hairs defil'd with gore, Not all my brothers gasping on the shore ; As thine, Andromache ! thy griefs 1 dread... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1807 - 474 sayfa
..."' . -. rt£ The day when thou, imperial Troy! must bend, And see the warrior fall, thy glories end. And yet no dire presage so wounds my mind, My mother's...death, the ruin of my kind, Not Priam's hoary hairs defil'd with gore, Not all my brothers gasping on the shore ; As thine, Andromache ! thy griefs I dread;... | |
 | Homerus - 1807 - 568 sayfa
...relates f) The day when thou, imperial Troy ! must bend, And see thy warriors fall, thy glories end. i And yet no dire presage so wounds my mind, My mother's death, the ruin of my kind, 575 Not Priam's hoary hairs defil'd with gore, Not all ray brothers gasping on the shore ; As thine,... | |
 | John Bell - 1807 - 472 sayfa
...!) ' The day when thpu, 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 ruin of rny k.ind., ifi Book VI. HOMER'S ILIAD. '217 ' Not Priam's hoary hairs defil'd with gore, ' Not aIl... | |
 | Homerus - 1808 - 574 sayfa
...relates !) The day when thou, imperial Troy! must hend, And see thy warriors fall, thy glories end. And yet no dire presage so 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 hrothers gasping on the shore ; As thine,... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 770 sayfa
...presage so woiiuds my mind, My mother's death, the ruin of my kind, Not PriaH'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 Argire looms our battles to di^ign, And woes, of which «j... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 790 sayfa
...imperial Troy ! must bead. And see thy warriors fall, thy glories cud. And yet no dire presage so woaujs my mind, My mother's death, the ruin of my kind, Not Priam's hoary hairs cVnTd with gore, N'ut'al) my brothers gasping on the shore : As thine, Andromache! thy griefs I dread... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 760 sayfa
...day «-hen thou, imperial Troy J luust bend, And see thy »amor* fall, thy glurits cud. And yet un dire presage so wounds my mind. My mother's death, the ruin of my kind, Nut Priam's hoary hairs dcñTd u ith gore, Not all my brothers gasping on the shurc ; As thine, Audromachc... | |
 | 1813 - 350 sayfa
...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 ruin of my kind, Not Priam's hoary hairs defil'd with gore, Not all my brothers gasping on the shore ; As thine, Andromache! thy griefs I dread... | |
 | William Scott - 1814 - 424 sayfa
...relates !) The day when thou, imperial Troy, must bend, Must see thy warriors fall, thy glories end, And yet, no dire presage so wounds my mind, My mother's...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... | |
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Priam's hoary hairs defiled with gore, Not all my brothers gasping on the shore ; As thine, Andromache ! thy griefs I dread ; I see thee trembling, weeping, captive led... 
