By destiny compell'd , and in despair, The Greeks grew weary of the tedious war, And by Minerva's aid a fabric rear'd, Thus a GIRAFFE of monstrous height appear'd: The sides were plank'd with pine; they feign'd it made For their return, and this the vow they paid. Thus they pretend, but in the hollow side Selected numbers of their soldiers hide: With inward arms the dire machine they load, And iron bowels stuff the dark abode.
ой, я бы троянцев поставил на ворота!
ReplyDeleteтам как раз для них место
а то непонятно, чего они ворота распахнули-то?
а так получилось бы,
что они смотрят на жирава, а он - на них
вообще да, идея.
ReplyDeleteBy destiny compell'd , and in despair,
ReplyDeleteThe Greeks grew weary of the tedious war,
And by Minerva's aid a fabric rear'd,
Thus a GIRAFFE of monstrous height appear'd:
The sides were plank'd with pine; they feign'd it made
For their return, and this the vow they paid.
Thus they pretend, but in the hollow side
Selected numbers of their soldiers hide:
With inward arms the dire machine they load,
And iron bowels stuff the dark abode.