...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,...murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death. 114 Then boast no more your mighty deeds! Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim...

...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,...altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds: Your head must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust -J.Shirley...

...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 murmurming breath, IN TIME When they, pale captives, creep to death. OF WAR \42i The garlands wither...

...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 the murmuring 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,...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...