 | Thomas Willcocks - 1829 - 334 páginas
...another still : . Early or late They stoop to fate, '.;r! mast give up their murmuring breath, ft'hen they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then hoast no more your mighty deeds; '.'•I death's purple altar now, See where the victor-victim... | |
 | William Hone - 1830 - 878 páginas
...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...captives creep to Death. The garlands wither on your brow ; Then boast no more your mighty deeds : Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor victim... | |
 | Health - 1830 - 336 páginas
...field, Ami plant fresh laurels where they kill; But their strong nerves at last mint yield. They tame but one another still. Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring hreath v When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, They boast no... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 378 páginas
...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 murm'ring breath, When they pale captives creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 858 páginas
...And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame hut one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murm"ring hreath, When they pale captives creep to death. The garlands wither on your hrow, Then hoast... | |
 | 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 páginas
...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...captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow ; Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon death's purple altar now, See, where the victor- victim... | |
 | James Shirley - 1833 - 540 páginas
...fold, 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...creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar now, See, where the victor-victim... | |
 | 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 páginas
...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...captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow ; Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon death's purple altar now, See, where the victor-victim... | |
 | 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 páginas
...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...captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow ; Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon death's purple altar now, See, where the victor- victim... | |
 | Andrews Norton, Charles Folsom - 1833 - 528 páginas
...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...creep to death. " The garlands wither on your brow ; Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon death's purple altar now, See, where the victor victim... | |
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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 captives,... 
