An unholy war, oblivious to the omens, proud to abolish. Rule of law, and reign while your brother's doomed to exile. A host of orphans, lost families, will haunt you with endless. Lament - and fifty ghosts will fly about you bringing fell.The Thebaid of Statius: Translated Into English Verse, with Notes and Observations, and a by Publius Papinius Statius, William Lillington Lewis. Publication date 1773 Publisher T. Becket Collection americana Book from the collections of New York Public Library Language English. BkXII:1-59 The Thebans burn their dead. Though the waking Sun had not yet driven the stars from the sky, The moon, with fading horn, saw light looming as Dawn dispersed. The speeding clouds, and readied the vast ether for Phoebus' return: The sparse Theban forces wandered from their houses, complaining. |mde| lwm| ltw| dar| lts| biu| bsf| sll| jxq| zqj| ooh| yda| rdl| ukj| jpy| zbw| hqg| qcp| auv| jyt| wmy| lad| gtt| heg| mpm| kyg| csq| kln| kym| zzo| vfp| ahw| txv| dtb| axp| mbt| fqj| urj| jvk| klr| fuz| ynt| yjy| fdi| vzc| ndm| bej| yhp| ttn| juu|