![](https://books.google.hu/books/content?id=3q1HDS0Q6DAC&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | 1770 - 268 oldal
...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... | |
![](https://books.google.hu/books/content?id=ctYIAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Homerus, William Holwell - 1776 - 392 oldal
...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... | |
![](https://books.google.hu/books/content?id=A4wIAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | John Walter - 1785 - 258 oldal
...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!-... | |
![](https://books.google.hu/books/content?id=neKoSEtdeiwC&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Oliver Goldsmith - 1785 - 568 oldal
...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... | |
![](https://books.google.hu/books/content?id=FjtjAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Robert Anderson - 1795 - 902 oldal
...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... | |
![](https://books.google.hu/books/content?id=f-USAAAAIAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Robert Anderson - 1795 - 1104 oldal
...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... | |
![](https://books.google.hu/books/content?id=Kd0FAAAAIAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | John Dickinson - 1801 - 450 oldal
...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... | |
![](https://books.google.hu/books/content?id=rBQAAAAAYAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | James Burgh - 1804 - 308 oldal
...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... | |
![](https://books.google.hu/books/content?id=bH8YAAAAYAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | 1806 - 408 oldal
...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... | |
![](https://books.google.hu/books/content?id=0bUDAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | John Bell - 1807 - 472 oldal
...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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