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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,... "
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Censura Literaria: Containing Titles, Abstracts, and Opinions of ..., Τόμος 2

Sir Egerton Brydges - 1815 - 476 σελίδες
...often sung to me. " The glories of our birth and state," &c. and therein also the fine lines, " Your heads must come To the cold tomb ! Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust."* ART. CLXIII. Pleasure's Vision; with Desert's Complaint : and a...

Elegant extracts in poetry, Τόμος 2

Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 σελίδες
...They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow; Then boast no more...actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom, in the dot. §110. Song. SMOLLITT. To fix her, 'twere a task as rain To count the April drops of rain, To...

The Lives of Dr. John Donne;--Sir Henry Wotton;--Mr. Richard Hooker ..., Τόμος 2

Izaak Walton - 1817 - 740 σελίδες
...agitation of mind. The following is. the third add cmicliuling stanza : " The garlands wither on \<mr brow ; " Then boast no more your mighty deeds : "...the just " Smell sweet, and blossom in the dust." Melvin died before him1, then George Herbert died without an enemy . I wish (if God shall be so pleased)...

Time's Telescope for ... ; Or, A Complete Guide to the Almanack

1817 - 494 σελίδες
...They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they pale captives creep to Death. The garlands wither on your brow ; Then boast no more...purple altar now See where the victor victim bleeds; AH heads must come To the cold tomb: Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the ilust....

An excursion to Windsor, in July 1810. Also A sail down the river Medway ...

John Evans - 1817 - 610 σελίδες
...They stoop to Fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death ! The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more...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,...

Blackwood's Magazine, Τόμος 45

1839 - 894 σελίδες
...stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. " The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more...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 sweet...

The Kaleidoscope: or, Literary and scientific mirror, Τόμος 8

1828 - 454 σελίδες
...They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more...purple altar, now, See where the victor victim bleeds t All heads must coma To the cold tomb, Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the...

The Englishman's fire-side

492 σελίδες
...They stoop to fate, Ami imwt give up their murmuring breath, When they pal* captives yield to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more...the just Smell sweet* and blossom in the dust. THE LARK. ' Tis the LARK, with upward wing, Soaring to the skies. Cheerfully his carol sings, Praises to...

Poetry for Children: Consisting of Short Pieces to be Committed to Memory

1820 - 190 σελίδες
...tumble down, 108 Prince Leeboo. And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade ; All heads must come To the cold tomb : Only the actions...of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in the dust. SHIRLEY. PRINCE LEEBOO. FROM the mighty Pacific, with soft-s well in gwaves, That a thousand bright...

Poems Divine and Moral: Many of Them Now First Published

John Bowdler - 1821 - 510 σελίδες
...They stoop to Fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more...of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in the dust. TO MRS. .— J, Bawdier, Jim. THINK not, because thy quiet day In silent goodness steals away ; Think...




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