 THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against Fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings: Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men...  The every-day book, or, The guide to the year - Seite 719von William Hone - 1825Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Health - 1830 - 336 Seiten
...; There is no armour against fate: Death lays his icy hands on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor...and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, Ami plant fresh laurels where they kill; But their strong nerves at last mint yield. They tame but... | |
 | 1822 - 666 Seiten
...There is no armour against fate. Death lavs his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumbledown. And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. SHIRLEY. Let us then cherish those feelings, that incline us to pity and forgive the frailties of others,... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 378 Seiten
...There is no armour against fate, Death lays bis icy hands on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And, in the dust, be equal made With the poor...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... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 858 Seiten
...fate, Death lays his icy hands on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumhle down, And, in the dust, he equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade....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,... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 Seiten
...scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, [kill; And plant fresh laurels where they But their strong nerves at last must yield — They...another still; Early or late They stoop to Fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither... | |
 | 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
...There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor...another still : Early or late, They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither... | |
 | Andrews Norton, Charles Folsom - 1833 - 528 Seiten
...There is no armour against fate ; Death luys his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor...another still : Early or late, They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. " The garlands wither... | |
 | 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
...is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre Sceptre and crown Must tumble down. And in the dust be equal made With the poor...another still : Early or late, They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither... | |
 | 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
...is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor...another still : Early or late, They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither... | |
 | James Shirley - 1833 - 534 Seiten
...tumble down, And in the dust be equal made fPtth the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men vciih swords may reap the field, , And plant fresh laurels...another still: Early or late, They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. • The garlands wither... | |
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