 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...  A Book of Seventeenth Century Lyrics - Сторінка 89редактори - 1899 - 314 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | William Oldys - 1740 - 326 стор.
...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 - 382 стор.
...nerves at lad muft yield They tame but one another ftill. Early or late They ftoop to fate, And muft give up their murmuring breath, 15 When they pale...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:... | |
 | Thomas Percy - 1765 - 406 стор.
...but one another ftill. Early or late They ftoop to fate, And muft give up their murmuring breath, i%; 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.
...tame but one another ftill. Early or late They Hoop to fate, And mnft 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*i purple altar now Ste where the victor viftim bleedi :... | |
 | George Ellis - 1790 - 346 стор.
...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.... | |
 | English poets - 1801 - 454 стор.
...scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They...to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your... | |
 | George Ellis - 1803 - 476 стор.
...scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill; But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They...to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow : Then boast no more your... | |
 | 1806 - 688 стор.
...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 They tame...to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they pale captives creep to death The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty... | |
 | 1807 - 308 стор.
...scythe and spade. 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...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... | |
 | 1808 - 506 стор.
...scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They...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... | |
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