 | William Goodman - 1845
...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 the laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves... | |
 | 1744
...; 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... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1846
...fate ; 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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1847
...There is no armour against fate : Death lays his icy hands on kings ; Sceptre and crown, Must tumble fuse. 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... | |
 | 1851
...: 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... | |
 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1847
...There 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... | |
 | 1847
...compared Shirley's quaint verse, — " Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scithe and spade." " In they go, Beggar and banker, porter, gentleman, The cinder-wench and white-handed... | |
 | 1848
...: 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... | |
 | Octavius Winslow - 1848 - 143 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... | |
 | John Noake - 1848
...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." A few old encaustic tiles, brasses, and scattered bits of stained glass remaining in the windows, make... | |
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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. 
