 | Samuel Butler, Sir Roger L'Estrange - 1715 - 302 pàgines
...lays his Icy Hands on Kings. Scepter and Crown Muft tumble down, And in the Duft be equal laid, . . .With the poor crooked Scythe and (spade Some Men with Swords may reap the (Field, And plant frelh Laurels where they kill, But their 'flrong Nerves at laft muft (yield, They tame but one another... | |
 | 1727 - 528 pàgines
...Death lays his icy Hands on Kings. Sceptre and Crown Muffc tumble down, And in the Duft be equal laid, With the poor crooked Scythe and Spade. Some Men with Swords may reap the Field, And plant frefli Lawrels where they kill ^ But their ftrong Kerves at laft muft yield, They tame but one another... | |
 | 1765 - 692 pàgines
...nerves at lad mnft yield Vhcy tame but one another ftill. Early or late They Hoop to fate, And mnft give up their murmuring breath, When they pale captives creep to death. The garlands, wither on your brow, Then boaft no more your mighty deeds, Upon death*i purple altar now... | |
 | George Ellis - 1790 - 346 pàgines
...nerves at laft muft yield; They tame but one another ftill. Early or late, They ftoop to fate, And muft give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boaft no more your mighty deeds ; Upon death's purple altar now,... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1796 - 476 pàgines
...nerves at lalt muft yield, They tame but one another ftill. Early or late They (loop to fate, And muft give up their murmuring breath, When, they, pale captives, creep to death. The The garlands wither on your brow, Then binll no mon: your mighty deed:, Upon death's purple altar now... | |
 | English poets - 1801 - 488 pàgines
...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....breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deedi ; Upon death's purple altar now,... | |
 | George Ellis - 1803 - 474 pàgines
...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....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... | |
 | 1806 - 688 pàgines
...apainst fate : )eath biys his icy hands ou ki»gs : Seepire and crown tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords my reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at last must yield... | |
 | 1807 - 308 pàgines
...agairrt fate : Death lays his icy hands on kings ; Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade....They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breatl), When they pale captives creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more... | |
 | Charles Snart - 1808 - 506 pàgines
...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....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... | |
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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... 
