Wir zogen in feindes land hinein,
Dem freunde sollt’s nicht viel besser seyn.
Göthe, “Ich hab’ mein sach.”
“We marched into the enemy’s land; our friends they fared no better.”
XXVII. “And murdered sleep wakes wild from sanguinary dreams.”
—φόβος γὰρ ἀνθ’ ὕπνου παραστατεῖ,
Τὸ μὴ βεβαίως βλέφαρα συμβαλεῖν ὕπνῳ.
Æschyl. Agamem. 14.
“For Fear doth stand me in the place of sleep, lest closely I shut my eye-lids.”
XXIX. “Spain’s disasters from their primal source.”