 | Anniversary calendar - 1832 - Liczba stron: 600
...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... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - Liczba stron: 378
...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... | |
 | 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 - Liczba stron: 594
...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...purple altar now, See, where the victor-victim bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold tomb,— Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in... | |
 | James Shirley - 1833 - Liczba stron: 540
...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...purple altar now, See, where the victor-victim bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold tomb, Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in their... | |
 | Andrews Norton, Charles Folsom - 1833 - Liczba stron: 528
...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...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 - Liczba stron: 586
...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...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 - Liczba stron: 596
...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...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... | |
 | 1833 - Liczba stron: 388
...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 - Liczba stron: 540
...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...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... | |
 | James Shirley - 1833 - Liczba stron: 540
...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...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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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,... 
