 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...  The songs of England and Scotland - Pàgina 74per England - 1835Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | 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 pàgines
...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...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 your... | |
 | 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 pàgines
...not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre Sceptre and crown Must tumble down. And in the dust...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 your... | |
 | 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 pàgines
...not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust...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 your... | |
 | 1833 - 388 pàgines
...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 field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; Hut their strong nerves at last muet yield ; They tame but one another still: Early or late They... | |
 | Frederick William N. Bayley - 1833 - 902 pàgines
...things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings'; Scepter and crown Muat tumble down. And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with sword may reap the field. And plant fresh laurels where they kill; But their strong nerves at last... | |
 | James Shirley - 1833 - 540 pàgines
...lays his icy hand on Icings : Scepter and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made fFtth the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the fold, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame... | |
 | James Shirley - 1833 - 534 pàgines
...not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Scepter and crown Must 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... | |
 | Andrews Norton, Charles Folsom - 1833 - 518 pàgines
...shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; • Death hiys his icy hand1 on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in...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 your... | |
 | 1835 - 378 pàgines
...Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate : Death lays his icy hands on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in...to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. * Percy reads " birth." The garlands wither on your brow,... | |
 | William Hone - 1835 - 876 pàgines
...Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate , Death lays his icy hands on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in...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 murmuring breath,... | |
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