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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. "
Poetry for children, selected by L. Aikin - 104. oldal
szerző: Poetry - 1806
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Cyclopaedia of English Literature: First period, from the earliest times to 1400

Robert Chambers - 1847 - 712 oldal
...is no armour against fate : Death lays his icy hands on kings ; Sceptre and crown, Must tumble down, Hence 'tis apparent that, what courte Sœ'er we take to your amours, Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong...

Chambers's Miscellany of Useful and Entertaining Tracts

William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1847 - 850 oldal
...is no armour against fate t Death lavs 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 fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong...

A Discourse Delivered in Quincy, March 11, 1848, at the Interment of John ...

William Parsons Lunt - 1848 - 68 oldal
...boast no more your mighty deeds : Upon death's purple altar now See where the victor victim bleeds ! 4 All heads must come to the cold tomb: Only the actions of the just Preserve in death a rich perfume, Smell sweet and blossom in the dust. III. SELECTIONS FROM THE SCRIPTURES....

The Rambler in Worcestershire; Or, Stray Notes on Churches and ..., 1. kötet

John Noake - 1848 - 396 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." A few old encaustic tiles, brasses, and scattered bits of stained glass remaining in the windows, make...

The officer's daughter: a memoir of miss Elizabeth Tatton. To which are ...

Octavius Winslow - 1848 - 170 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 fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong...

The British Millennial Harbinger and Family Magazine, 1. kötet

1848 - 602 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 field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong...

Discourse and Literature

Teun Adrianus van Dijk - 1985 - 262 oldal
...found in a poem by James Shirley (quoted by Chapman, 1973:78): "Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade." Here the expressions "sceptre" and "crown" signify "kings", the bearers of these regalia, and "the...
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Growing Up with Poetry: An Anthology for Secondary Schools

David Rubadiri - 1989 - 132 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: But their strong...
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The Medieval Revival and Its Influence on the Romantic Movement

R. R. Agrawal - 1990 - 316 oldal
...There is no armour against fate: Death lays his icy hands on kings: Scepter and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be 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,...
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The Columbia Granger's Dictionary of Poetry Quotations

Edith P. Hazen - 1992 - 1172 oldal
...There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings: Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, hat time may cease and midnight never come! Fair Nature's eye, rise, (1. 1—8) 2 They stoop to fate. And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives,...
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