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" 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. "
The Monthly Mirror: Reflecting Men and Manners : with Strictures on Their ... - Страница 318
1802
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Poems for Young Ladies: In Three Parts : Devotional, Moral, and Entertaining ...

1770 - 268 страници
...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...

Extracts from mr. Pope's translation corresponding with The beauties of ...

Homerus, William Holwell - 1776 - 392 страници
...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...

Miscellanies in Prose and Verse Intended as a Specimen of the Types: At the ...

John Walter - 1785 - 258 страници
...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!-...

Poems for Young Ladies: In Three Parts. Devotional, Moral, and Entertaining

Oliver Goldsmith - 1785 - 568 страници
...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...

The Works of the British Poets, Том 12

Robert Anderson - 1795 - 902 страници
...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...

The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical ...

Robert Anderson - 1795 - 1104 страници
...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...

The Political Writings of John Dickinson, Esquire: Late President of ..., Том 2

John Dickinson - 1801 - 450 страници
...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...

The Art of Speaking: Containing, an Essay, in which are Given Rules for ...

James Burgh - 1804 - 308 страници
...ray heart 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...

The Poetical Preceptor; Or, A Collection of Select Pieces of Poetry ...

1806 - 408 страници
...Yet come it will, the day decreed by fates : (How my heart trembles, while my tongue relates!) Th<5 day when thou, imperial Troy, must bend, And see thy...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...

The poets of Great Britain complete from Chaucer to Churchill, Том 41

John Bell - 1807 - 472 страници
...day decreed by fates; 570 ' (How my heart trembles whjle my tongue relates !) ' The day when thpu, imperial Troy ! must bend, ' And see thy warriors...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...




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