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" Your hands neglect to wield the shining sword, Nor can you fight but for a king and lord. Some mighty chief you want, for whom to sweat; Yourselves you know not, or at least forget... "
The Works of the English Poets: Rowe's Lucan - Страница 384
по Samuel Johnson - 1779
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Lucan's Pharsalia, Том 2

Lucan - 1722 - 328 страници
...confpire Nought but a haughty Mafter to defire? Did you, when eager for the Battle, come The Slaves of Pompey, not the Friends of Rome? Now, weary of...And idly lay your ufelefs Armour by ,• Your Hands neglect to wieFd the fhining Sword, Nor can you fight but for a King and Lord. Some mighty Chief you...

Lucan's Pharsalia, tr. into Engl. verse by N. Rowe, Том 1

Marcus Annaeus Lucanus - 1722 - 320 страници
...confpire 43$ Nought but a haughty Mailer to defire? Did you, when engcr for the Battle, come The Slaves of Pompey, not the Friends of Rome? Now, weary of the Toil, from War you fly, 440 And idly lay your ufeicfs Armour by ; Your Hands negleft to wiePd the fliining Sword, Nor can you fight but for a King...

Lucan's Pharsalia, Том 2

Lucan - 1722 - 320 страници
...Nought but a haughty Mafter to defire? Did you, when eager for the Battle, come The Slaves of Pampey, not the Friends of Rome ? Now, weary of the Toil, from War you fly, 44,0 And idly lay your uftlefs Armour by ; Your Hands negledt to wicFd the fhining Sword, Nor can you fight bat for a King...

The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including ..., Том 20

Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 796 страници
...prayersconspire Nought but a hasty master to desire? Did you, when «ager for the battle, come The slaves of Pompey, not the friends of Rome? Now, weary of the toil, from war you fly, And idly lay your useless armour by; Your hands neglect to wield the shining sword, Nor can yon fight...

The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Том 20

Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 798 страници
...Nought but a hasty master to desire? Did you, when eager for the battle, come The dares of Pouipey, not the friends of Rome? Now, weary of the toil, from war you fly, And idly lay your useless armour by; Your bands neglect to wield the shining sword, Xor can you fight...




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