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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... "
Blackwood's Magazine - Page 311
1839
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Literary Companion to the Lectionary: A Poetic Gathering to Accompany the ...

Mark Pryce - 2001 - 160 pages
...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,...murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death. 114 Then boast no more your mighty deeds! Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim...
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Awatere: A Soldier's Story

Arapeta Awatere - 2003 - 498 pages
...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,...altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds: Your head must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust -J.Shirley...
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Bartlett's Poems for Occasions

Geoffrey O'Brien, Billy Collins - 2007 - 544 pages
...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 murmurming breath, IN TIME When they, pale captives, creep to death. OF WAR \42i The garlands wither...
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Songs of Ourselves

Cambridge International Examinations - 2005 - 265 pages
...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 the murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow; Then...
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The Book of English Songs

Charles Mackay - 1851 - 312 pages
...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,...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, and blossom in the...
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