...of dialect which developes itself in such euphemisms as icobber, widdle and majowity. From SHIRLEY. The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not...equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds, Upon death's purple altar now,...

...characteristic songs, by which, among ordinary readers of poetry, Shirley is best known. DEATH'S FINAL CONQUEST. The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not...There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hands on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dost be equal made With the poor crooked...

...unburied, to find at last such a lowly grave ! Well has our old poet said, " The glories of this mortal state Are shadows — not substantial things ; There...and crown must tumble down, And in the dust be equal laid With the poor crooked scythe and spade." Returning through the city, we met Sir R. Sale's brigade...

...unburied, to find at last such a lowly grave ! Well has our old poet said, " The glories of this mortal state Are shadows — not substantial things ; There...hand on kings ; Sceptre and crown must tumble down, A nd in the dust be equal laid With the poor crooked scythe and spade." Returning through the city,...

...elevated, and the expression highly poetical. Profit's Final Conyaett. The glories of our birth and stat«, N -B s( F yu l R F0 YX q b u eijQ ]c 2 3> ieb͎f 4ja7...` x (3ɬ劸;" S+ _ b" < N b {Z t ~ } ! ڈ [ \ «paje. Some men with swords may reap the fitli, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their...

...state, Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate : Death lays his icy hands on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And...Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant the laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tume but one another...

...things ; There is no armour against fate : Death lays his icy hands ou kings : Scepter and crown ' And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked...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...

...humanity. The following fine moral stanzas are said to have been a favourite song of Charles II.: —- " The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not...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...

...sleep the hallowed sleep, — Sleep that is o'erwatched by heaven. LXIX. THE glories of our mortal state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There...equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade : Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust. WHAT'S hallowed ground ? Has earth...

...state, Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate : Death lays his icy hands on kings ; Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And...Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant the laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They turne but one another...