 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 - Seite 3131839Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Anniversary calendar - 1832 - 600 Seiten
...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 - 594 Seiten
...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,...the cold tomb,— Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust.' vol. vi., pp. 396, 397. At the Restoration Shirley had his full... | |
 | James Shirley - 1833 - 540 Seiten
...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,...the cold tomb, Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust. } Agam. Set forward to the temple. This was once A day of triumph,... | |
 | James Shirley - 1833 - 534 Seiten
...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,...heads must come To the cold tomb, Only the actions oftliejust Smell street, and blossom in their dust. l Agam. Set forward to the temple. This was once... | |
 | 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 Seiten
...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,...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... | |
 | 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 Seiten
...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,...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... | |
 | Andrews Norton, Charles Folsom - 1833 - 528 Seiten
...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,...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... | |
 | James Shirley - 1833 - 540 Seiten
...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,...creep to death . The garlands wither on your brow, Tften boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar now, See, where the victor-victim... | |
 | 1833 - 388 Seiten
...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,...boast no more your mighty deeds. Upon death's purple altiir now See where the victor victim bleeds ; All heads must come To the cold tomb. Only the actions... | |
 | James Shirley - 1833 - 540 Seiten
...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,...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... | |
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