 | Andrews Norton, Charles Folsom - 1833 - 528 páginas
...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...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, and blossom... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1833 - 586 páginas
...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...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, and blossom... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1833 - 596 páginas
...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...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, and blossom... | |
 | James Shirley - 1833 - 540 páginas
...swords may reap the fold, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early...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,... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1833 - 594 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | James Shirley - 1833 - 540 páginas
...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...creep to death . The garlands wither on your brow, Tften boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar now, See, where the victor-victim... | |
 | James Shirley - 1833 - 540 páginas
...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...they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands neither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar now, See, where... | |
 | 1833 - 388 páginas
...strong nerves at last muet yield ; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fat«, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they,...boast no more your mighty deeds. Upon death's purple altiir now See where the victor victim bleeds ; All heads must come To the cold tomb. Only the actions... | |
 | Andrews Norton, Charles Folsom - 1833 - 518 páginas
...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...brow ; Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon dentil's purple altar now, See, where the victor victim bleeds : Your heads must come • To the cold... | |
 | William Hone - 1835 - 876 páginas
...And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at last must yield, They tame hut one another still. Early or late, They stoop to fate,...the cold tomb : Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust. If it be really true that this king admired these sentiments, he is... | |
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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... 
