 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 692 oldal
...no armour against fate : Death lays his icy hand» on kings ; Sceptre and crown, Must tumble down, h be «a; •!• Whence hadst thou thy intelligence — from «paje. Some men with swords may reap the fitli, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1844 - 188 oldal
...is no armour against fate : Death lays her icy hands on kings; Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made 'With the poor, crooked scythe and spadc . Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their... | |
 | Anne Marsh- Caldwell - 1845 - 666 oldal
...is no armour against fate ; Death lays his iey hand on Kings. Sceptre and crown, Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made, With the poor crooked scythe and spade. SHIRLEY. IT was perfectly true — Mr. Entwistle was dead; and he had left his affairs in the most... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 oldal
...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 with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ;3 But their strong... | |
 | William Goodman - 1845 - 440 oldal
...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 scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant the laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves... | |
 | William Johnson Fox - 1845 - 124 oldal
...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 : Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust. WHAT'S hallowed ground ? Has earth... | |
 | 1876 - 818 oldal
...is no armour against fate : Death lays his icy hands on kings j Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be 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,... | |
 | 1744 - 596 oldal
...There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand oil kmgs ; Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. The garlands wither on your brow ; Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon denth's purple altur... | |
 | 1846 - 436 oldal
...Death lays his icy hand on kings. THE WIDOW TO HER HOUR-GLASS. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor, crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong... | |
 | 1851 - 316 oldal
...There is no armor 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 with swords may reap the ñeld, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; Bnt their strong... | |
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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. 
