 O woman, woman, when to ill thy mind Is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend: And such was mine ! who basely plunged her sword Through the fond bosom where she reign'd adored!  The Odyssey of Homer - Strana 215autor/autoři: Homer - 1761 - 455 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Joseph Spence - 1737 - 444 str.
...proceeds : , Nor did' my traitrefs Wife thefe Eye-lids clofe3 Or decently in l5each my Limbs compofe. O Woman, Woman ! when to ill thy Mind Is bent, all Hell...Fiend. And fuch was mine ! who bafely plung'd her fword Thro' the fond Bofom, where flie reign'd ador'd ! Alas ! I hop'd, the toils of Waro'ercome, To meet... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 338 str.
...vain ;. Nor did my traitrefs wife thefe eye-lids clofe, Or decently in death my limbs compofe. 530 O woman, woman, when to ill thy mind Is bent, all hell...fword Through the fond bofom where fhe reign'd ador'd I Alas ! I hop'd, the toils of war o'ercome, 53 To meet foft quiet and repofe at home ; Delufive Hope... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 348 str.
...thefe eye-lids clole, Or decently in death my limbs compofe. 539 O woman, woman, when to ill thy mind And fuch was mine ! who bafely plung'd her fword Through the fond bofom where fhe reign'd ador'd I Alas! I hop'd, the toils of war o'ercome, 5J To meet foft quiet and repofe at home; Delufive Hope... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 352 str.
...compofe. 530 O woman, woman, when to ill thy mind Is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend t And And fuch was mine ! who bafely plung'd her fword Through the fond bofom where me reign'd ador'd ! Alas ! I hop'd, the toils of war o'ercome, 53 To meet foft quiet and repofe at... | |
 | Robert Anderson - 1795 - 902 str.
...in vain ; Nor did my traitrefs wife thefe eye-lids clofe, Or decently in death my limbs compufe. O woman, woman, when to ill thy mind Is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend : [fivord, And fuch was mine ! who bafely plung'd hit Thro' the fond bofom where (he rergn'd adof'd... | |
 | 1792 - 918 str.
...wife thefe eye-lidi clu Or decently in death my limbs compoif. O woman, woman, when to ill thy mir» Is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend : And fuch was mine ! who bafely plant Thro* the fond bofom where (he reign'd «Alas ! I hop'd, the toils of war o'ercfoa, To meet foft... | |
 | Robert Anderson - 1795 - 1104 str.
...in vain ; Nor did my traitrefs wile, thefe eye-lids clofe, Or decently in death my limbs compofe. O woman, woman, when to ill thy mind Is bent, all hell contains no fouler liend : [fworJ And fuch was mine ! who bafely plong'd hoi Thro' the fond bofom where (lie reign'd ador'd... | |
 | Homerus - 1807 - 488 str.
...vain; Nor did my traitress wife these eye-lids close, Or decently in death my limbs compose. 530 O woman, woman, when to ill thy mind Is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend: And such was mine! who basely plung'd herswoid Through the fond bosom where she reign'd ador'd! Alas! I... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 790 str.
...in vain ; Nor did my traitress wife these eye-lids close, Or decently in death my limbs compose. O woman, woman, when to ill thy mind Is bent, all Hell contains no fouler fiend : And such was mine ! who basely plung'd her sword Through the fond bosom where she reign'd ador'd ! Alas... | |
 | 1813 - 406 str.
...strive in vain; Nor did my traitoress wife these eyelids close, Or decently in death my limbs compose. O woman, woman! when to ill thy mind Is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend : And such was mine! who basely plung'd her sword Through the fond bosom where she reign'd ador'd ! Alas!... | |
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