 | William Lisle Bowles - Anglican Communion - 1830 - 332 pages
...for how must such affecting and sublime images as these have been felt by him to his inmost heart : The garlands wither on your brow ! Then boast no more...purple altar now See where the Victor-victim bleeds ! * The music of Coleman was published by Henry Laws in 1669 in a book entitled, " Select Ayres and... | |
 | Health - 1830 - 336 pages
...but one another still. Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring hreath v When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, They boast no more your mighty deeds. Upon death's purple altar now See where the victor's victims... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - Religious poetry, English - 1832 - 378 pages
...They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murm'ring breath, When they pale captives creep to death. The...deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor victim bleeds : All hands must come To the cold tomb, Only the actions of the just, Smell sweet... | |
 | Izaak Walton - 1832 - 348 pages
...seized with great terror and agitation of mind. The following is the third, and concluding stanza : " The garlands wither on your brow ; Then boast no more...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... | |
 | English literature - 1832 - 348 pages
...seized with great terror and agitation of mind. The following is the third and concluding stanza : " The garlands wither on your brow ; Then boast no more...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,... | |
 | Anniversary calendar - 1832 - 600 pages
...cat will mew, and dog will have hii day.— Xhaktpearc. The garlands wilder on your brow, Then boait no more your mighty deeds; Upon death's purple altar now See where th« victor victim bleeds : All heads mast come To the cold tomb, Only the actions of the just Smell... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - Religious poetry, English - 1832 - 858 pages
...hut one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murm"ring hreath, When they pale captives creep to death. The garlands wither on your hrow, Then hoast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor victim... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1833 - 594 pages
...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...purple altar now, See, where the victor-victim bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold tomb,— Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in... | |
 | James Shirley - 1833 - 540 pages
...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...purple altar now, See, where the victor-victim bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold tomb, Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in their... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1833 - 586 pages
...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...deeds ; Upon death's purple altar now, See, where the victor- victim bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold tomb, — Only the actions of the just Smell... | |
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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,... 
