...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...

...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,...brow ; Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon dentil's purple altar now, See, where the victor victim bleeds : Your heads must come • To the cold...

...truth and moral beauty. They now sleep in the same grave — for as the old poet well sings — " All heads must come To the cold tomb ; Only the actions...of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust." Never was the exquisite beauty of the closing thought, in these fine moral lines of Shirley, more touchingly...

...mighty deeds ; For on Death's purple altar now Jo, where the victor, victim bleetls ! All heads.must come To the cold tomb : Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in the dust SHIRLEY. *** IT drew towards evening, ere the Prior and his guest returned from visiting the ruin;...

...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 ;...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...

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...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, Wheu they, pale captives, creep to death. * Percy reads " birth." The garlands wither on your brow,...

...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 their dust. [This fine song is found in " The Contention of Ajax and Ulysses,...

...But their strong nerves at last must yield ; " '204 SHlRLEY. They tame but one another still. Karly or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their...deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar now See where the vietor vietim bleeds : All hands must come To the cold tomb, Only the aetions of the just Smell sweet...

...And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But thcir 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 hreath, When they pale captives creep to death. The garlands wither on your hrow, Then hoast no more...