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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... "
The every-day book, or, The guide to the year - Страница 719
по William Hone - 1825
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Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed, an Historical ...

George Ellis - 1811 - 476 страници
...; 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 with swords may i>eap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill , But their strong nerves at last must yield...

Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed, an Historical ...

George Ellis - 1811 - 474 страници
...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 epade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill; But their...

Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads ..., Том 1

Thomas Percy - 1812 - 518 страници
...There is no armour against fate : Death lays his icy hands on kings : Scepter and crown 5 Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor...the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; 10 But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still. Early or late They...

Drinking-songs. Miscellaneous songs. Ancient ballads

1819 - 394 страници
...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...another still ; Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murm'ring breath, When the pale captive creeps to death. The laurel withers on your...

A View of Society and Manners in the North of Ireland: In the Summer and ...

John Gamble - 1813 - 422 страници
...is no arrhonr against fafe ; "*i Death lays his icy hands Oh kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. I wandered into the church-yard on Sunday last. The people were going to church— 1 Staid outside...

A View of Society and Manners in the North of Ireland: In the Summer and ...

John Gamble - 1813 - 422 страници
...There is no arrnonr against fate ; Death lays his icy hands Oh kings: Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. I wandered into the church-yard on Sunkfay last. The people were going to church—I staid outside—a...

The Words of the Most Favourite Pieces: Performed at the Glee Club, the ...

Richard Clark - 1814 - 530 страници
...There is no armour against our fate ; Death lays his icy hands on kings : Scepter and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor...another still ; Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murm'ring breath, When the pale captive creeps to death. The laurel withers on your...

Elegant extracts in poetry, Том 2

Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 страници
...There is no armor against 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 si the and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field. And plant fresh laurels where they kill;...

Blackwood's Magazine, Том 45

1839 - 894 страници
...against fate : Death lays his icy hands on -kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in -tin' dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. " Some men with swords may reap liu field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at last must yield, They...

Time's Telescope for ... ; Or, A Complete Guide to the Almanack

1817 - 494 страници
...There is no armour against 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. Some, rncu with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill; But their strong nerves...




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