The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar, now, See where the victor victim bleeds : All heads must come To the cold tomb : Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust. The Every-day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calendar of Popular ... - Էջ 719 William Hone - 1839 Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող -
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