| Frederick William N. Bayley - 1833 - 902 페이지
...things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings'; Scepter and crown Muat tumble down. And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with sword may reap the field. And plant fresh laurels where they kill; But their strong nerves... | |
| Andrews Norton, Charles Folsom - 1833 - 528 페이지
...There is no armour against fate ; Death luys 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... | |
| Andrews Norton, Charles Folsom - 1833 - 518 페이지
...There is no armour against fate ; • Death hiys his icy hand1 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... | |
| William Hone - 1835 - 876 페이지
...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 scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field , And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong... | |
| 1835 - 378 페이지
...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 scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong... | |
| England - 1835 - 794 페이지
...There is no armour against fate : Death lays his icy hands pn 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... | |
| 1835 - 384 페이지
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| Samuel Carter Hall - 1836 - 390 페이지
...There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his iey hands on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked seythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill... | |
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