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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,... "
Drinking-songs. Miscellaneous songs. Ancient ballads - 108 ページ
1819
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Poetry for Schools: Designed for Reading and Recitation : the Whole Selected ...

Eliza Robbins - 1842 - 348 ページ
...must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow ; Then boast no more your mighty deeds...of the just Smell sweet, and blossom, in the dust. THE GENIUS OF DEATH. What is death ? 'Tis to be free f No more to love, or hope, or fear ; To join...

The Story of Joan of Arc

R. M. Evans - 1842 - 189 ページ
...shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate, Death lays his icy hand on kings : All heads must come To the cold tomb ; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust. CHAPTER IX. DEATH OF KING CHARLES—WAR AGAINST THE DAUPHIN, OR CHARLES VII., CARRIED ON BY THE DUKE...

The Eton Bureau, 第 1〜6 号

1842
...tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. 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...

Growing Up with Poetry: An Anthology for Secondary Schools

David Rubadiri - 1989 - 112 ページ
...And must give up the 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...

The Medieval Revival and Its Influence on the Romantic Movement

R. R. Agrawal - 1990 - 291 ページ
...crooked scythe and spade.46 The concluding lines refer to the inevitability of death: The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds;...victor victim bleeds: All heads must come To the cold tomb.46 Similarly, a fine philosophical song, "My Mind to Me a Kingdom Is," which is believed to have...

Thoreau: Political Writings

Henry David Thoreau - 1996 - 175 ページ
...by the light of this event, is brought out distinctly, like an invisible writing held to the fire. All heads must come To the cold tomb, Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust. We have heard that the Boston lady who recently visited our hero in prison found him wearing still...

Finding a Voice: Personal Response to A Level English

Mike Royston - 1998 - 223 ページ
...must give up their murmuring breath 15 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; 20 Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell...

Time for Poetry: A Workshop Approach for Cxc

Nahdjla Carasco Bailey - 2014 - 128 ページ
...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 mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now 20 See where the victor- victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of...

Literary Companion to the Lectionary: A Poetic Gathering to Accompany the ...

Mark Pryce - 2001 - 160 ページ
...stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death. 114 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...

Awatere: A Soldier's Story

Arapeta Awatere - 2003 - 498 ページ
...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 mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds: Your head must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet...




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