 | Samuel Butler, Sir Roger L'Estrange - 1715 - 302 стор.
...lays his Icy Hands on Kings. Scepter and Crown Muft tumble down, And in the Duft be equal laid, . . .With the poor crooked Scythe and (spade Some Men with Swords may reap the (Field, And plant frelh Laurels where they kill, But their 'flrong Nerves at laft muft (yield, They tame but one another... | |
 | 1727 - 528 стор.
...Death lays his icy Hands on Kings. Sceptre and Crown Muffc tumble down, And in the Duft be equal laid, With the poor crooked Scythe and Spade. Some Men with Swords may reap the Field, And plant frefli Lawrels where they kill ^ But their ftrong Kerves at laft muft yield, They tame but one another... | |
 | English poets - 1801 - 488 стор.
...; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor...another still. Early or late, They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither... | |
 | George Ellis - 1803 - 476 стор.
...Their is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on 'kings. . . Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor...another still. Early or late, They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither... | |
 | 1806 - 688 стор.
...thujga ; here ia no armor apainst fate : )eath biys his icy hands ou ki»gs : Seepire and crown tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords my reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at last must yield... | |
 | Poetry - 1806 - 192 стор.
...fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And 108 Prince Leboo. And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade ; All heads must come To the cold tomb : Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the... | |
 | 1807 - 308 стор.
...There is no armour agairrt fate : Death lays his icy hands on kings ; Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor...another still. Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breatl), When they pale captives creep to death. The garlands wither on... | |
 | Charles Snart - 1808 - 506 стор.
...There is no armour against fate : Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And, in the dust, be equal made With the poor...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... | |
 | Richard Warner - 1808 - 142 стор.
...7 Pi^ff Ss piY flvjwc ava^ayr' ts ra.pra.pw tupev. HESIOD. 33 " Sceptre and crovn Must tumble dovn, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade." Now had the splendour of his reign been o'er, And RAMROD, crush'd to death, arose no more, Had not... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 512 стор.
...There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hands on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor...another still. Early or late, They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither... | |
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THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against Fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings: Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men... 
