 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 858 էջ
...fate, Death lays his icy hands on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumhle down, And, in the dust, he equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade....or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murm"ring hreath, When they pale captives creep to death. The garlands wither on your hrow, Then hoast... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 էջ
...[kill; And plant fresh laurels where they But their strong nerves at last must yield — They tame but one another still; Early or late They stoop to Fate,...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... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 378 էջ
...And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield , They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murm'ring breath, When they pale captives creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast... | |
 | Anniversary calendar - 1832 - 600 էջ
...cat will mew, and dog will have hii day.— Xhaktpearc. The garlands wilder on your brow, Then boait no more your mighty deeds; Upon death's purple altar now See where th« victor victim bleeds : All heads mast come To the cold tomb, Only the actions of the just Smell... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1833 - 596 էջ
...And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late, They stoop to fate,...purple altar now, See, where the victor- victim bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold tomb, — Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1833 - 586 էջ
...And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still : Early or late, They stoop to fate,...purple altar now, See, where the victor- victim bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold tomb, — Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom... | |
 | Andrews Norton, Charles Folsom - 1833 - 528 էջ
...And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late, They stoop to fate,...purple altar now, See, where the victor victim bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold tomb, — Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1833 - 594 էջ
...And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late, They stoop to fate,...deeds ; Upon death's purple altar now, See, where the victor-victim bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold tomb,— Only the actions of the just Smell... | |
 | James Shirley - 1833 - 534 էջ
...And plant fresh laurels where they kill; But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still: Early or late, They stoop to fate,...deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar now, See, where the victor-victim bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold tomb, Only the actions oftliejust Smell street,... | |
 | James Shirley - 1833 - 540 էջ
...And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late, They stoop to fate,...creep to death . The garlands wither on your brow, Tften boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar now, See, where the victor-victim... | |
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Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale... 
