 | 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 - عدد الصفحات: 586
...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...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 - عدد الصفحات: 596
...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...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... | |
 | James Shirley - 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 540
...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...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 Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 594
...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...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... | |
 | 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 388
...strong nerves at last muet yield ; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fat«, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they,...boast no more your mighty deeds. Upon death's purple altiir now See where the victor victim bleeds ; All heads must come To the cold tomb. Only the actions... | |
 | James Shirley - 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 540
...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...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... | |
 | James Shirley - 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 540
...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...they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands neither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar now, See, where... | |
 | Frederick William N. Bayley - 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 902
...They tnmclnit one another still. Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their rnurm'ring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow. Then boast no more y«ur mighty deeds; Upon Dentil's purple altar now See where the victor- victim bleeds: Your heart... | |
 | Andrews Norton, Charles Folsom - 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 518
...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...brow ; Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon dentil's purple altar now, See, where the victor victim bleeds : Your heads must come • To the cold... | |
 | William Hone - 1835 - عدد الصفحات: 876
...where they kill ; But 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...purple altar now See where the victor victim bleeds : All heads must come To the cold tomb : Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the... | |
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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,... 
