 | 1770 - 268 lapas
...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 lapas
...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 kind^ Not Priam's hoary hairs defil'd with gore, . . Not all my brothers gafping on the fhore ; As thine, Andromache ! thy griefs... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1785 - 568 lapas
...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 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 Walter - 1785 - 258 lapas
...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 kind, Not Priam's hoary hairs defil'd with gore, Not all my brothers galping on the fhore,. As thine, Andromache!- — Thy griefs... | |
 | William Scott - 1789 - 416 lapas
...! — 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 Priam's hoary hairs defil'd with gore, Not all my brothers galping on the fhore, As thine, Andromache ! — Thy griefs... | |
 | Robert Anderson - 1795 - 1104 lapas
...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 lapas
...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 - 450 lapas
...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... | |
 | James Burgh - 1804 - 308 lapas
...trembles, while my tongue 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, IVly mother's death, the rw/n of my kind, Not t'riam's hoary hairs dejil'd with gore, Not a// my brothers... | |
 | 1806 - 408 lapas
...trembles, while my tongue relates!) Th<5 day when thou, imperial Troy, must bend, And see thy warriors fall, thy glories end. And yet no dire presage so...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... | |
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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! In Argive looms our battles to design, And woes, of which so large a part was thine! 
