| Samuel Butler, Sir Roger L'Estrange - 1715 - 302 páginas
...(Breath, Whilft the pale Captive yields to (Death, . The Ga,r lands.wither on you? Brow, Then boaft no more your mighty (Deeds, Upon Death's purple Altar now, See .where phe Viftor Viftiin bjfeds.. « . .To the cold Tomb ; -••• . ' •• Qoly tne Aft ions of the... | |
| William Oldys - 1740 - 326 páginas
...murm'ring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boaft no more your mighty deeds ; Upon death's purple altar now, See where the viftor viftim bleeds : Your heads muft come, To the cold tomb, Only the aflions of the juft Smell fweet,... | |
| 1754 - 358 páginas
...breath, Win! ft the pale captive yields to death. r * The The garlands wither on your brow, Then boaft no more your mighty deeds, Upon death's purple altar now, See where the viftor viftim Weeds. All heads muft come - To the cold tomb ; Only the attions of the juft Smell fweet... | |
| 1765 - 382 páginas
...murmuring breath, 15 When they pale captives creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boaft no more your mighty deeds, Upon death's purple altar now See where the viftor viftim bleeds: 20 All heads muft come To the cold tomh, Only the aftions of the juft Smell fweer,... | |
| George Ellis - 1790 - 346 páginas
...murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boaft no more your mighty deeds ; Upon death's purple altar now, See where the viftor victim bleeds. All heads muft come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the juft Smell fweet,... | |
| Izaak Walton, Thomas Zouch - 1796 - 640 páginas
...The following is the third and concluding ftanza : " The garlands wither on your brow ;. " Then boaft no more your mighty deeds : " Upon Death's purple altar now " See where the vi£lor viftim bleeds. " All heads mnft come " To the cold tomb : *• Only the aclions of the juft... | |
| English poets - 1801 - 488 páginas
...shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust...equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong... | |
| English poets - 1801 - 454 páginas
...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 boast no more...your mighty deeds ; Upon death's purple altar now, S«e where the victor-victim bleeds. Your heads must come To the" cold tomb ; Only the actions of the... | |
| George Ellis - 1803 - 476 páginas
...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 boast no more...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,... | |
| George Ellis - 1803 - 474 páginas
...shadows, not substantial things ; Their is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust...equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong... | |
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