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 the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust. The every-day book and table-book; or, Everlasting calendar of popular ... - Seite 627 von William Hone - 1837 Vollansicht -
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