 THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against Fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.  Early English poems, Chaucer to Pope - Seite 164von English poems - 1863Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Robert Folkestone Williams - 1839 - 320 Seiten
...play-writers then went away, consoling of themselves with the hope it might be damned. CHAPTER IX. Some men with swords may reap the field And plant...up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, stoop to death. SHIRLEY. To set a lawe and kepe it nouht, Ther is no comoun profit souht; But above... | |
 | Thomas Percy - 1839 - 494 Seiten
...scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; 10 Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, 1 5 When they pale captives creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your... | |
 | English poetry - 1839 - 374 Seiten
...and spade. 10 70 But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame hut one another still. Eorly or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring hreath, When they pale captives creep to death. The garlands wither on your hrow, Theu hoast 1i0 more... | |
 | Robert Folkestone Williams - 1840 - 218 Seiten
...play-writers then went away, consoling of themselves with the hope it might be damned. CHAPTER IX. Some men with swords may reap the field And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But the r strong nerves at last mustyield, They tame but one another still. Early or late They stoop to... | |
 | Sacred cabinet - 1841 - 222 Seiten
...There is no armor against fate, Death lays his icy hands on kings : Scoptre and crown Must tumble down, And, in the dust, be equal made With the poor crooked...or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their munn'ring breath, When they pale captives creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast... | |
 | William Johnson Fox - 1841 - 132 Seiten
...is no armour against fate — Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust. LXX. WHAT 's hallowed ground ? Has... | |
 | 1842 - 542 Seiten
...There is no armour against fate, Death lays his icy hand on kings]: Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds, Upon death's purple altar now,... | |
 | John Frederick Boyes - 1842 - 332 Seiten
...base, the coward, and the brave. Granville's Meditation on Death. Sceptre and crownMust tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Shirley's Contest with Ajax and Ulysses. There is also a capital passage in the third Eclogue of Chatterton.... | |
 | 1842 - 344 Seiten
...There is no armour against fate, Death lays his icy hand on kings]: Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds, Upon death's purple altar now,... | |
 | William Goodman - 1844 - 378 Seiten
...is no armour against fate : Death lays his icy hands on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made . . ' With the poor...Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant the laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tume but one another... | |
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