 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1844 - 188 sayfa
...and spadc . 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...purple altar now See where the victor victim bleeds : All heads must come To the cold tomb, Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in the... | |
 | Samuel Maunder - 1844 - 544 sayfa
...and spade. " 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...deeds : Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds; All heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet... | |
 | William Goodman - 1844 - 378 sayfa
...field, And plant the laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tume but one another still. Early or late They stoop to...purple altar now, > See where the victor victim bleeds : All heads must come To the cold tomb, Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 692 sayfa
...reap the fitli, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at last murt jit'id, ave a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown,...It loved only to be there. Among the beds of lilies vour mighty d«*l- : Upon Death's purple altar, now, See where the victor victim bleeds : All heads... | |
 | D. H. Rawlinson - 1968 - 254 sayfa
...sithe and spade. 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...Early or late, They stoop to fate, And must give up the murmuring breath, When they pale captives creep to death. The Garlands wither on your brow, Then... | |
 | David Rubadiri - 1989 - 132 sayfa
...scythe and spade. 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...Early or late They stoop to fate. And must give up the murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow; Then... | |
 | R. R. Agrawal - 1990 - 316 sayfa
...equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.46 The concluding lines refer to the inevitability of death: The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast...purple altar now See where the victor victim bleeds: All heads must come To the cold tomb.46 Similarly, a fine philosophical song, "My Mind to Me a Kingdom... | |
 | Edith P. Hazen - 1992 - 1172 sayfa
...Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. (1. 1—8) 2 make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but A year,...a month, a week, a natural day. That Faustus may (1. 14 — 16) 3 Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in their dust. (1. 23—24) ACP;... | |
 | Dale B. J. Randall - 484 sayfa
...moving of all responses in our dramatic literature to the wars that had ensnared the English people: The Garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds, Upon Deaths purple Altar now, See where the Victor-victim bleeds, Your heads must come, To the cold Tomb,... | |
 | Mike Royston - 1998 - 246 sayfa
...and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: 10 But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame...stoop to Fate, And must give up their murmuring breath 15 When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow; Then boast no more your... | |
| |
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,... 
