 | William Oldys - 1740 - 326 стор.
...They tame but one another ftill : Early or late, They ftoop to fate, And muft give up their murm'ring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boaft no more your mighty deeds ; Upon death's purple altar now, See where the viftor viftim bleeds... | |
 | 1765 - 692 стор.
...nerves at lad mnft yield Vhcy tame but one another ftill. Early or late They Hoop to fate, And mnft give up their murmuring breath, When they pale captives...to death. The garlands, wither on your brow, Then boaft no more your mighty deeds, Upon death*i purple altar now Ste where the victor viftim bleedi :... | |
 | 1765 - 382 стор.
...but one another ftill. Early or late They ftoop to fate, And muft give up their murmuring breath, 15 When they pale captives creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boaft no more your mighty deeds, Upon death's purple altar now See where the viftor viftim bleeds:... | |
 | George Ellis - 1790 - 346 стор.
...nerves at laft muft yield; They tame but one another ftill. Early or late, They ftoop to fate, And muft give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives,...creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boaft no more your mighty deeds ; Upon death's purple altar now, See where the viftor victim bleeds.... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1796 - 476 стор.
...nerves at lalt muft yield, They tame but one another ftill. Early or late They (loop to fate, And muft give up their murmuring breath, When, they, pale captives, creep to death. The The garlands wither on your brow, Then binll no mon: your mighty deed:, Upon death's purple altar now... | |
 | English poets - 1801 - 454 стор.
...down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they...on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon death's purple altar now, S«e where the victor-victim bleeds. Your heads must come To the"... | |
 | English poets - 1801 - 488 стор.
...down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they...wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deedi ; Upon death's purple altar now, See where the victor-victim bleeds. Your heads must come To... | |
 | George Ellis - 1803 - 474 стор.
...down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they...on your brow : Then boast no more your mighty deeds ! Upon death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds ! Your heads must come To the cold... | |
 | 1806 - 688 стор.
...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...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... | |
 | 1807 - 308 стор.
...down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they...They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breatl), When they pale captives creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more... | |
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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... 
