 | T. S. Eliot - 1997 - 146 sivua
...his band of Myrmidons, With balls of wild-fire in their murdering paws At last, the soldiers pall'd her by the heels, And swung her howling in the empty air.. We saw Cassandra sprawling in the streets... This is nor Vergil, or Shakespeare; it is pure Marlowe,... | |
 | Christopher Marlowe - 2000 - 564 sivua
...eyelids hanging by the nails, A little while prolong'd her husband's life. At last, the soldiers puil'd her by the heels, And swung her howling in the empty air, Which sent an echo to the wounded king, 250 Whereat he lifted up his bed-rid limbs, And would have grappled with Achilles' son, Forgetting... | |
 | Charles Martindale, A. B. Taylor - 2011 - 340 sivua
...describes this as seemingly a reminiscence (the likeliest one) of Marlowe and Nashe's Duo, ‘He. . . whisk'd his sword about, And with the wound thereof the King fell down' (ii.i.2 53 — 4 ), where accordingly wound is often emended to wind.' 1 But as Jenkins points out,... | |
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her by the heels, And swung her howling in the empty air, Which sent an echo to the wounded king: Whereat, he lifted up his bed-rid limbs, And would have grappled with Achilles' son, Forgetting both his want of strength and hands ; Which he, disdaining,... 
