 | George Ellis - 1803 - 474 стор.
...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,...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,... | |
 | 1806 - 688 стор.
...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,...bleeds : All heads must come To the cold tomb, Only the acUoiu of tue just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust LIVES to the memory of the celebrated • MUNGO... | |
 | 1807 - 308 стор.
...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 breatl), When they pale captives creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more... | |
 | Charles Snart - 1808 - 506 стор.
...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 murm'ring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then... | |
 | Thomas Percy - 1812 - 518 стор.
...still. Early or late They stoop to fate, VOL. i. r, And And must give up their murmuring breath, 15 When they pale captives creep to death. The garlands...purple altar now See where the victor victim bleeds : 20 All heads must come . To the cold tomb, Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom... | |
 | 1819 - 394 стор.
...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 murm'ring breath, When the pale captive creeps to death. The laurel withers on your brow, Then boast... | |
 | Richard Clark - 1814 - 530 стор.
...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 murm'ring breath, When the pale captive creeps to death. The laurel withers on your brow, Then boast... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - 1814 - 692 стор.
...Shirley left no other record of his pen than tb concluding stanza, his name would not have perished : The garlands wither on your brow : Then boast no more your mighty deeds I Upon death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds 1 Your heads must come To the coM... | |
 | 1839 - 894 стор.
...-tin' dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. " Some men with swords may reap liu field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But...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... | |
 | 1817 - 494 стор.
...where they kill; But their strong nerves at last wust yield, They tame but one another still. Early OF late, They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring...purple altar now See where the victor victim bleeds; AH heads must come To the cold tomb: Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the ilust.... | |
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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... 
