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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,... "
Reliques of Ancient English Poetry:: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs ... - Страница 269
под редакцията на - 1767 - 400 страници
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The Home friend, a weekly miscellany of amusement and instruction, Том 2

Society for promoting Christian knowledge - 1853 - 646 страници
...but one 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 your brow ; Then boast no more your mighty deeds : Upon Death's purple altar, now, See where the v,ctor victim bleeds...

The book of English poetry, with critical and biogr. sketches of the poets

English poetry - 1853 - 552 страници
...but one 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 your brow, Then boaet no more your mighty deeds ; Upon death's purple altar, now, See where the victor victim bleeds...

Specimens of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Notices, and ...

Thomas Campbell - 1853 - 838 страници
...but one another still : Early 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 no more your mighty deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor victim bleeds...

Reddenda; or, Passages with parallel hints for translation into Latin prose ...

Frederick Edward Gretton - 1853 - 152 страници
...but one 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 your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon death's purple altar now, See where the victor victim bleeds....

Poets of England and America: Being Selections from the Best Authors of Both ...

1853 - 560 страници
...tame but one 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 your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds : Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor victim bleeds...

Gleanings from the Poets: For Home and School

1854 - 456 страници
...but one 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 your brow ; Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor victim bleeds...

A cyclopædia of sacred poetical quotations, ed. by H.G. Adams

Cyclopaedia, Henry Gardiner Adams - 1854 - 762 страници
...tame but one 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 your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds, Upon death's purple altar now See where the victor victim bleeds:...

The Standard Speaker: Containing Exercises in Prose and Poetry for ...

1854 - 576 страници
...but one another still. Early or late, They stoop to Fate, And must give up their conquering 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...

Songs from the Dramatists

Robert Bell - 1854 - 282 страници
...but one 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 your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds...

Riddell's review and epitomist: a literary miscellany

1761 - 170 страници
...but one 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 your brow, They boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds...




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