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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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The Court Magazine and Belle Assemblée, Том 2

1833 - 388 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...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...

The National standard, of literature, science, music [&c.] ed. by F.W ..., Том 1

Frederick William N. Bayley - 1833 - 902 страници
...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...

The Dramatic Works and Poems of James Shirley, Том 6

James Shirley - 1833 - 540 страници
...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...

Select Journal of Foreign Periodical Literature, Том 2

Andrews Norton, Charles Folsom - 1833 - 518 страници
...There is no armour against fate ; • Death hiys his icy hand1 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 murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. " The garlands wither...

The Songs of England and Scotland, Том 1

1835 - 378 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...another still. Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. * Percy reads " birth."...

The songs of England and Scotland

England - 1835 - 794 страници
...There is no armour against fate : Death lays his icy hands pn 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 murmuring breath, Wheu they, pale captives, creep to death. * Percy reads " birth."...

The Every-day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calandar of Popular ...

William Hone - 1835 - 876 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...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,...

The Book of Gems: Chaucer to Prior

Samuel Carter Hall - 1836 - 390 страници
...There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his iey hands on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked seythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill...

The Book of Gems: Chaucer to Prior

Samuel Carter Hall - 1836 - 336 страници
...There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his iey hands on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked seythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill...

The Carthusian, Брой 1

1837 - 574 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 murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither...




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