 | 1770 - 268 páginas
...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 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... | |
 | Homerus, William Holwell - 1776 - 392 páginas
...throne, And guard my father's glories, and my own, ' Yet come it will, the day decreed by fates ; (How my heart trembles while my tongue relates ! } The day when thou, imperial Troy ! muft bend, And fee thy warriours fall, thy glories end. And yet no dire .prefag? fo wounds my mind,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 462 páginas
...And guard my father's glories, and my own. Yet come it will, the day decreed by fates i 57* (How my heart trembles while my tongue relates !) The day when thou, imperial Troy ! muft bend, And fee thy warriours fall, thy glories end. lAnd yet no dire prefage fo wounds my mind,... | |
 | 1780 - 226 páginas
...throne, And guard my father's glories and my own. Yet come it will, the day decreed by fates; (How my heart trembles while my tongue relates!) The day when thou, imperial Troy ! muft bend, And fee thy warriours fall, thy glories end. And yet no dire prefage fo wounds my mind,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1785 - 568 páginas
...throne, And guird my father's glories and my own. Yet come it will, the day decreed by fates ; (How my heart trembles while my tongue relates !) The day when thou, imperial Troy ! mufl bend, And fee thy warriors fall, thy glories end. And yet no dire prefage fo wounds my mind,... | |
 | John Walter - 1785 - 258 páginas
...throne, To fave my father's honours and my own.— Yet come it will L the day decreed by fates ! (How my heart trembles, while my tongue relates !} The day, when thou, imperial Troy !— muft bend ; Muft fee thy warriors fall ; thy glories end. And, yet, no dire preface fo wounds... | |
 | William Scott - 1789 - 416 páginas
...To fave my father's honours, and my own. — Yet come it will ! the day decreed by fates ! ( How my heart trembles while my tongue relates !) The day when thou, imperial Troy ! — muft bend, Muft fee thy warriours fall, thy glories end. And, yet, no dire prefage fb wonnds... | |
 | Robert Anderson - 1795 - 1104 páginas
...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... | |
 | Robert Anderson - 1795 - 902 páginas
...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 kind, Not Priam's hoary hairs defil'd with gore, Not all my brothers gafping on the more ; As thine, Andromache ! thy griefs I dread... | |
 | John Dickinson - 1801 - 650 páginas
...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...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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And guard my father's glories and my own. Yet come it will, the day decreed by fates, (How my heart trembles while my tongue relates !) The day when thou, imperial Troy! must bend, And see thy warriors fall, thy glories end. 
