 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 captives,...  The Englishman's fire-side - Сторінка 72Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 402 стор.
...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...altar now See where the victor victim bleeds : All hands must come To the cold tomb, Only the actions of the just, Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates Rogé - 1832 - 882 стор.
...or late They stoop to Fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow — Then...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 - 496 стор.
...murm"ring hreath, When they pale captives creep to death. The garlands wither on your hrow, Then hoast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor victim hleeds : All hands must come To the cold tomh, Only the actions of the just, Smell sweet and hlossom... | |
 | Anniversary calendar - 1832
...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
...late, They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow ; Then...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
...late, They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow ; Then...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
...late, They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. " The garlands wither on your brow ; Then...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... | |
 | James Shirley - 1833 - 1 стор.
...late, They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. • The garlands wither on your brow, Then...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,... | |
 | 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
...late, They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow ; Then...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... | |
 | 1833
...late They stoop to fat«, 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 deeds. Upon death's purple altiir now See where the victor victim bleeds ; All heads must come To the cold tomb. Only the actions... | |
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