Quote#Wisdom
To him the wind with doubtful terror wafts
Quote byJoseph Trapp · 1679–1747
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Volume II (1720), Book XII, lines 797–803, p. 793.
English (original)
To him the wind with doubtful terror wafts The mingled noise: hoarse murmurs of distress And clamours from the city pierce his ears. Ah me! what sounds confused, what cries disturb The town? Why rush the clamours from the walls? He said; and, with his coursers' reins repressed, In dumb amaze stood listening.
— Joseph Trapp
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