 | Izaak Walton - 1832 - 348 páginas
...agitation of mind. The following is the third and concluding stanza : " 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. All heads must come To the cold tomb ; Only the actions of... | |
 | Andrews Norton, Charles Folsom - 1833 - 528 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | James Shirley - 1833 - 540 páginas
...fold, 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...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... | |
 | 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
...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...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-... | |
 | 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
...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...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-... | |
 | 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
...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...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... | |
 | James Shirley - 1833 - 540 páginas
...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...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,...pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds. Upon death's purple altiir now See where the victor... | |
 | Frederick William N. Bayley - 1833 - 902 páginas
...And plant fresh laurels where they kill; But their strong nerves at last must yield : They tnmclnit one another still. Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their rnurm'ring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow. Then... | |
 | James Shirley - 1833 - 534 páginas
...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, See, where the victor-victim bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold tomb, Only the actions... | |
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Must tumble down, And in the dust be 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 nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still: Early... 
