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 captives,... The Englishman's fire-side - Page 72Full view - About this book
| Izaak Walton - 1832 - 348 pages
...seized with great terror and agitation of mind. The following is the third, and concluding stanza : " The garlands wither on your brow ; Then boast no more...of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in the dust." Page 225. These little tracts annexed. In the first edition of Mr. Walton's Life of Dr. Sanderson,... | |
| Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 378 pages
...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 boast...altar now See where the victor victim bleeds : All hands must come To the cold tomb, Only the actions of the just, Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.... | |
| Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pages
...or late 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...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... | |
| Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 858 pages
...murm"ring hreath, When they pale captives creep to death. The garlands wither on your hrow, Then hoast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor victim hleeds : All hands must come To the cold tomh, Only the actions of the just, Smell sweet and hlossom... | |
| Anniversary calendar - 1832 - 600 pages
...cat will mew, and dog will have hii day.— Xhaktpearc. The garlands wilder on your brow, Then boait no more your mighty deeds; Upon death's purple altar now See where th« victor victim bleeds : All heads mast come To the cold tomb, Only the actions of the just Smell... | |
| 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 pages
...late, 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...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 pages
...late, 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...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... | |
| Andrews Norton, Charles Folsom - 1833 - 528 pages
...late, 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...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 - 534 pages
...late, 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...deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar now, See, where the victor-victim bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold tomb, Only the actions oftliejust Smell street,... | |
| 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 pages
...late, 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...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... | |
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