 | Geoffrey O'Brien, Billy Collins - 2007 - 778 стор.
...When they, pale captives, creep to death. OF WAR \42i 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... | |
 | Cambridge International Examinations - 2005 - 272 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,... | |
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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.... 
