 ... 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, creep to death. The...  The every-day book: or The guide to the year - Seite 715von William Hone - 1859Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 858 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...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... | |
 | 1833 - 388 Seiten
...The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds. Upon death's purple altiir now See where the victor victim bleeds ; All heads...of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in the dust. The song we are about to introduce to our readers is really an Eng¡ixh songEnglish in sentiment, feeling,... | |
 | Frederick William N. Bayley - 1833 - 902 Seiten
...y«ur mighty deeds; Upon Dentil's purple altar now See where the victor- victim bleeds: Your heart must come To the cold tomb ; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust. These lines, set to music, were a great favorite with Charles the First ; and it is related that Oliver... | |
 | Andrews Norton, Charles Folsom - 1833 - 528 Seiten
...murmuring breath, When they, pale 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 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 Seiten
...murmuring breath, When they, pale 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 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 Seiten
...murmuring breath, When they, pale 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 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 - 594 Seiten
...murmuring breath, When they, pale 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 bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold tomb,— Only the actions of the just Smell... | |
 | James Shirley - 1833 - 540 Seiten
...murmuring breath , When they, pale captives, 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 bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold tomb, Only the actions of the just Smell sweet,... | |
 | William Carleton - 1834 - 408 Seiten
...of truth and moral beauty. They now sleep in the same grave — for as the old poet well sings — " All heads must come To the cold tomb ; Only the actions...of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust." Never was the exquisite beauty of the closing thought, in these fine moral lines of Shirley, more touchingly... | |
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