徒步的

In my father's stables there are eleven excellent chariots, fresh from the builder, quite new, with cloths spread over them; and by each of them there stand a pair of horses, champing barley and rye; my old father Lycaon urged me again and again when I was at home and on the point of starting, to take chariots and horses with me that I might lead the Trojans in battle, but I would not listen to him; it would have been much better if I had done so, but I was thinking about the horses, which had been used to eat their fill, and I was afraid that in such a great gathering of men they might be ill-fed, so I left them at home and came on foot to Ilius armed only with my bow and arrows.

然而，我却没有把他放倒；此乃神的干扰，出于内心的震怒。现在，我手头既无驭马，又没有可供登驾的战车，虽说在鲁卡昂的房院里，停放着十一辆漂亮的马车，甫出工房，簇新的成品，覆顶着驭马，咀嚼着雪白的大麦和燕麦。离开精工建造的府居前，年迈的枪手鲁卡昂曾三番五次地嘱告，让我带上驭马，登上战车，领着特洛伊兵勇，奔赴激战的沙场。但是，我却没有听从他的嘱告——否则，该有多好！使它们不致困挤在人群簇拥的营地，忍饥挨饿。就这样，我把它们留在家里，徒步来到特洛伊，寄望于手中的兵器，使我一无所获的弓弩。我曾放箭敌酋，他们中两位最好的战勇，图丢斯之子和阿特柔斯之子，两箭都未曾虚发

Bad man never fret the war, tell'em come general we have the stock, the mad fire burn I-ya, I against I, flesh of my flesh, and mind of my mind, two of a kind but one won't survive, my images reflect in the enemies eye, and his images reflect in mine the same time, I-ya, I-ya, I against I, flesh of my flesh, and mind of my mind, two of a kind but one won't survive, survive (x16) Reign supreme in your U-N-I, V-E-R-S-E with the sharpness, narrow row building no space for partners, no space for drivers, no space for walkers, no space regardless, your on my path then get off it, hardheaded and unresponsive, get they lives put on target with harshness, come with the canons sparkin' they darken, who am i?

坏男人从不烦恼战争， tell'em 来一般的我们有存货，疯狂的火燃烧我-ya，我反对我，我的肉肉，而且我的思想思想，类型中的二个除了一之外将不生还，我的图像在敌人眼睛中反映，而且他的图像在我的相同时间中反映，我-ya，我-ya，我反对我，我的肉肉，而且我的思想思想，类型中的二个除了一之外将不生还，生还(x16)当政你的 U-N 的至高-我，和锐利的 V-电子 R-S- E，狭窄部份排建筑提供合伙人的没有空间，提供驾驶者的没有空间，提供徒步者的没有空间，没有空间不管，你的然后在我的路径上离开它，冷静的和反应迟钝的，拿生命给他们用粗糙的事物穿上目标，带教会法规 sparkin 来'他们弄暗， i 是谁？

As she looked at Warrington's manly face, and dark, melancholy eyes, she had settled in her mind that he must have been the victim of an unhappy attachment.

每逢看到沃林顿那刚毅的脸，那乌黑、忧郁的眼睛，她便会相信，他一定作过不幸的爱情的受害者。

Maybe they'll disappear into a pothole.

也许他们将在壶穴里消失