 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,...  Mosaics - Σελίδα 124των Frederick Saunders - 1859 - 408 σελίδεςΠλήρης προβολή - Σχετικά με αυτό το βιβλίο
 | 1830 - 542 σελίδες
...\V. . vi. LINES WRITTEN ON THE DEATH OF THE REV. JOHN JENKINS, MA, BY ROBERT FOLKESTONE WILLIAMS. " All heads must come To the cold tomb ; Only the actions of Ihe just Smell sweet, and blossom in the dust." SHIRLEY. THE flower, whose beauty fades before our... | |
 | Izaak Walton - 1832 - 348 σελίδες
...seized with great terror and agitation of mind. The following is the third, and concluding stanza : " The garlands wither on your brow ; Then boast no more...of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in the dust." Page 225. These little tracts annexed. In the first edition of Mr. Walton's Life of Dr. Sanderson,... | |
 | 1832 - 348 σελίδες
...seized with great terror and agitation of mind. The following is the third and concluding stanza : " The garlands wither on your brow ; Then boast no more...of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in the dust." Page 225. These little tracts annexed. In the first edition of Mr. Walton's Life of Dr. Sanderson,... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 378 σελίδες
...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 no more...altar now See where the victor victim bleeds : All hands must come To the cold tomb, Only the actions of the just, Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 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...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... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 858 σελίδες
...murm"ring hreath, When they pale captives creep to death. The garlands wither on your hrow, Then hoast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor victim hleeds : All hands must come To the cold tomh, Only the actions of the just, Smell sweet and hlossom... | |
 | Anniversary calendar - 1832 - 600 σελίδες
...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... | |
 | Andrews Norton, Charles Folsom - 1833 - 528 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...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... | |
 | 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 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 : Your heads must come To the cold tomb, — Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom... | |
 | 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 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 : Your heads must come To the cold tomb, — Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom... | |
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