 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...  Blackwood's Magazine - Side 3131839Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | Jewel - 1839 - 352 sider
...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 : All heads must come To the cold tomb, Only the actions of the just Smell sweet... | |
 | William Hone - 1839 - 874 sider
...And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at last must yield, They tame but asion, I could not but reflect upon a beautiful simile...sewers annoy the Հ 0 C M "; t Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor victim bleeds: All heads must come To the cold... | |
 | Robert Folkestone Williams - 1839 - 320 sider
...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...up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, stoop to death. SHIRLEY. To set a lawe and kepe it nouht, Ther is no comoun profit souht; But above... | |
 | Robert Folkestone Williams - 1839 - 946 sider
...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...up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, stoop to death. SHIRLEY. To set a lawe and kepe it nouht, Ther is no comoun profit souht ; But above... | |
 | William Carleton - 1839 - 228 sider
...They now sleep in the same grave — for as the old poet well sings^— *•.*•• . ••. " All heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust." Never was the exquisite beauty of the closing thought, in these fine moral lines of Shirley, more touchingly... | |
 | Thomas Percy - 1839 - 494 sider
...scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; 10 Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, 1 5 When they pale captives creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your... | |
 | English poetry - 1839 - 374 sider
...and spade. 10 70 But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame hut one another still. Eorly or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring hreath, When they pale captives creep to death. The garlands wither on your hrow, Theu hoast 1i0 more... | |
 | 1840 - 372 sider
...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,...come To the cold tomb. Only the actions of the just Are sweet, and blossom in the dust. WILLIAM STRODE. 1600-1644. WHEN whispering strains do softly steal... | |
 | Henry William Herbert - 1840 - 370 sider
...III. Then happy, low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown ! King Henry IV. Part II. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more...deeds ; Upon death's purple altar now See where the victor victim bleeds. All hands must come To the cold tomb ; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet... | |
 | Henry William Herbert, Horace Smith - 1840 - 1020 sider
...III. Then happy, low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the bead that wears a crown ! King Henry IV. Part II. Tbe garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your...deeds ; Upon death's purple altar now See where the victor victim bleeds. All hands must come To the cold tomb ; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet... | |
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