 | 1770 - 268 σελίδες
...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 σελίδες
...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... | |
 | John Walter - 1785 - 258 σελίδες
...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... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1785 - 568 σελίδες
...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... | |
 | William Scott - 1789 - 416 σελίδες
...! — 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 σελίδες
...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 σελίδες
...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... | |
 | 1802 - 448 σελίδες
...relates /) The day when thou, imperial Troy ! mult bead. And see thy warriurs 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, dejil'd 'with gore, Not all my brothers, gasping on the shore, As thine, Audremache ! thy griefs I... | |
 | 1802 - 436 σελίδες
...relate* /} 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'* hoary hairs, dejiVd -with gore, Nut all my brothers, gasping on the shore, As thine, Andromache... | |
 | James Burgh - 1804 - 312 σελίδες
...wither1 s death, the rw/n of my ^/;;</, ' ^ Not Priam s hoary hairs dejil'd with gore,- .,> Not a// my brothers gasping on the shore, As thine, Andromache ! Thy griefs I dread! ; I see thee trembling, -weeping, captive led, In Argi-ve looms our laities 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... 
