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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
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The every-day book and table-book; or, Everlasting calendar of ..., Том 1

William Hone - 1837 - 954 страници
...fate . Death lays his icy hand« on kings : Sceptre and crown Mibt tumble1 down, And in the dust he equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade....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,...

Passages in Foreign Travel, Том 1

Isaac Appleton Jewett - 1838 - 338 страници
...the Children's Theatres of Paris. 261 XVII. THE TOMBS AT ST. DENIS. ' Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.' SHIKLET. A LEAGUE'S walk from the Barriere, between two rows of trees, brought me within sight of the...

The jewel, sacred, domestic, narrative and lyrical poems selected from ...

Jewel - 1839 - 352 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 on...

The Every-day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calendar of ..., Том 1

William Hone - 1839 - 874 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. The garlands wither on...

The youth of Shakspeare, by the author of 'Shakspeare and his friends'.

Robert Folkestone Williams - 1839 - 946 страници
...play-writers then went away, consoling of themselves with the hope it might be damned. CHAPTER IX. Some men with swords may reap the field And plant...another still. Early or late They stoop to fate And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, stoop to death. SHIRLEY. To set a lawe...

The Youth of Shakspeare, Том 3

Robert Folkestone Williams - 1839 - 320 страници
...play-writers then went away, consoling of themselves with the hope it might be damned. CHAPTER IX. Some men with swords may reap the field And plant...another still. Early or late They stoop to fate And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, stoop to death. SHIRLEY. To set a lawe...

The Youth of Shakspeare, Том 3

Robert Folkestone Williams - 1840 - 218 страници
...play-writers then went away, consoling of themselves with the hope it might be damned. CHAPTER IX. Some men with swords may reap the field And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But the r strong nerves at last mustyield, They tame but one another still. Early or late They stoop to...

The interdict [by I. Steward].

Isabella Steward - 1840 - 938 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 scvthe and spade. '' BEFORE we had half way traversed the outer chamber the sound of advancing footsteps...

The sacred cabinet of literature and art. Pr

Sacred cabinet - 1841 - 222 страници
...; There is no armor against fate, Death lays his icy hands on kings : Scoptre 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 munn'ring breath, When they pale captives creep to death. The garlands wither on...

The mountains and lakes of Switzerland

Anna Eliza Bray - 1841 - 996 страници
...Dreth lays his icy band on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal laid, With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with...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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