 | 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 388
...but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fat«, 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 altiir now See where the victor victim bleeds... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 596
...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... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 586
...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... | |
 | Andrews Norton, Charles Folsom - 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 528
...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... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 594
...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... | |
 | Frederick William N. Bayley - 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 902
...tnmclnit one another still. Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their rnurm'ring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow. Then boast no more y«ur mighty deeds; Upon Dentil's purple altar now See where the victor- victim bleeds:... | |
 | James Shirley - 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 540
...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, Tften boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar now, See, where the victor-victim... | |
 | Andrews Norton, Charles Folsom - 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 518
...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 dentil's purple altar now, See, where the victor victim bleeds... | |
 | William Hone - 1835 - عدد الصفحات: 876
...hut 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... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1836 - عدد الصفحات: 390
...tame but one another still. Karly 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 vietor vietim bleeds... | |
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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,... 
