But when in youthful arms came Priam near, / "Ah, hapless lord!" she cries, "what mad desire / arms thee for battle? Why this sword and spear? / And whither art thou hurrying?"

Doomed to devouring love, the hapless queen / burns as she gazes, with insatiate fire, / charmed by his presents and his youthful mien.

Sychaeus was her lord, in happier time / the richest of Phoenicians far and wide / in land, and worshipped by his hapless bride. / Her, in the bloom of maidenhood, her sire / had given him, and with virgin rites allied."

At his heels, aflame / with rage, comes Pyrrhus. Lo, in act to aim, / now, now, he clutches him, – a moment more, / e'en as before his parent's eyes he came, / the long spear reached him. Prostrate on the floor / down falls the hapless youth, and welters in his gore.

I began to feel as if I had haplessly tumbled down into this crazy wonderland.

The black hole pulls the hapless star into its maw.

Dragons flew in the sky, raining down fiery death and destruction on the hapless villagers.