"Dardanian" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... Submit, ye nymphs of Greece! Ye once the bloom 70 Of Ilion,9 and all ye of haughty Rome, Who swept of old her theatres with trains Redundant, and still live in classic strains! To British damsels beauty's palm is due, Aliens! to follow them is fame for you. Oh city,10 founded by Dardanian hands, Whose towering front the circling realm commands, Too blest abode! no loveliness we see In all the earth, but it abounds in thee. The virgin multitude that daily meets, 80 Radiant with gold and beauty, in thy streets, Outnumbers ...
— Poemata (William Cowper, trans.) • John Milton
... will there summon a general meeting of the soldiers. Let Tolmides, the herald," he added, "be in attendance." With these words on his lips he got up, in order that what was needful might be done at once without delay. After this the generals were chosen. These were Timasion the Dardanian, in place of Clearchus; Xanthicles, an Achaean, in place of Socrates; Cleanor, an Arcadian, in place of Agias; Philesius, an Achaean, in place of Menon; and in place of Proxenus, Xenophon ...
— Anabasis • Xenophon
... fifty young men and fifty maidens,—a strange sort of prize we may well think, but not at all strange or unusual in ancient times, when there were many slaves everywhere. During his stay in Phrygia the young Dardanian prince was hospitably entertained at the royal palace. When he was about to depart, the king gave him a spotted heifer, telling him to follow the animal, and to build a city for himself at the place where she should ...
— The Story of Troy • Michael Clarke
... domus Ilium et inclyta bello Mcenia Dardanidum! Quater ipso in limine portae Sustitit, atque utero sonitum quater arma dedere.' (O Troy, house of gods and Dardanian city famous in war! four times in the very gateway it stood, and four times the clash of ...
— Lady John Russell • Desmond MacCarthy and Agatha Russell
... the Dardanian throng Their vanquished kinsman from the contest bore. His sick knees wearily he drags along, Feeble and helpless, for his wound is sore; And loosened teeth and clots of curdled gore Spout forth, as o'er his shoulders nods each way The drooping head. They lead him to the shore, His ...
— The Aeneid of Virgil - Translated into English Verse by E. Fairfax Taylor • Virgil |
