 | Glyn Pursglove - 1981 - 252 стор.
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 | David Rubadiri - 1989 - 132 стор.
...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 altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds. Your heads must come, To the cold tomb: Only the actions of the just Smell sweet... | |
 | R. R. Agrawal - 1990 - 316 стор.
...concluding lines refer to the inevitability of death: The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon death's purple altar...victor victim bleeds: All heads must come To the cold tomb.46 Similarly, a fine philosophical song, "My Mind to Me a Kingdom Is," which is believed to have... | |
 | Robert DiYanni - 1990 - 1796 стор.
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 | Cleanth Brooks - 1991 - 188 стор.
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... 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, creep to death.... 
