 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 1832 - 1022 pages
...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...your brow — Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar, now, See where the victor-victim bleeds! All heads must come To the cold... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - Religious poetry, English - 1832 - 378 pages
...down, And, in the dust, be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field. And plant fresh laurels where they...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 boast... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - Religious poetry, English - 1832 - 858 pages
...down, And, in the dust, he equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they...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,... | |
 | Izaak Walton - 1832 - 348 pages
...seized with great terror and agitation of mind. The following is the third, and concluding stanza : " 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. "•; All heads must come To the... | |
 | English literature - 1832 - 348 pages
...seized with great terror and agitation of mind. The following is the third and concluding stanza : " 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. All heads must come To the cold... | |
 | Andrews Norton, Charles Folsom - American periodicals - 1833 - 528 pages
...down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. " Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they...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... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1833 - 596 pages
...down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they...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... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1833 - 586 pages
...down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they...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... | |
 | James Shirley - 1833 - 534 pages
...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 where they...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... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1833 - 594 pages
...down. And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they...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... | |
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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... 
