 | 1807 - 574 стор.
...dcflow'r The virgins of the Sun ; and, dire to tell ! -, . . Robb'd Pachacamac's altar of it» gems ! I mark'd the spot where they interr'd this traitor, And once at midnight atole I to his tomb, And tore his carcase from the earth, and left it . •• A prey to poisonous... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1811 - 202 стор.
...spot where they inter'd this traitor, And once at midnight stole I to his tomb, And tore his carcass from the earth, and left it A prey to poisonous flies. Preserve this crown With sacred secresy : if e'er returns Thy much-lov'd mother from the desert woods, Where as I hunted late, I hapless... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1811 - 206 стор.
...sun; and, dire to tell! Robb'd Pacbacamac's altar of its gems ! I mark'd the spot where they intend this traitor, And once at midnight stole I to his tomb, And tore his carcass from the earth, and left it A prey to poisonous flies. Preserve this crown With sacred secresy... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 466 стор.
...dar'd deflow'r The virgins of the Sun ; and, dire to tell ! Robb'd Pachacamac's altar of its gems ! I mark'd the spot where they interr'd this traitor,...this crown With sacred secrecy : if e'er returns Thy much-lov'd mother from. the desert woods, Where, as I hunted late, I hapless lost her, Cherish her... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 326 стор.
...[teeth Approach and bring my crown, deck'd with the Of that bold Christian who first dared deflower The virgins of the sun; and, dire to tell ! Robb'd...once at midnight stole I to his tomb, And tore his carcass from the earth, and left it A prey to poisonous flies. Preserve this crown With sacred secrecy... | |
 | Thomas Warton - 1927 - 204 стор.
...dar'd deflow'r The virgins of the Sun; and, dire to tell! Robb'd Pachacamac's altar of its gems! I mark'd the spot where they interr'd this traitor,...once at midnight stole I to his tomb, And tore his carcass from the earth, and left it A prey to poisonous flies. Preserve this crown With sacred secrecy:... | |
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... where my forefathers feast Daily on hearts of Spaniards ! — O my son, I feel the venom busy in my breast, Approach, and bring my crown, deck'd with the teeth Of that bold Christian who first dar'd... 