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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 - Page 104
by Poetry - 1806
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Specimens of the early English poets [ed. by G. Ellis.]. To which ..., Volume 3

English poets - 1801 - 454 pages
...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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Specimens of the early English poets [ed. by G. Ellis.]. To which ..., Volume 3

English poets - 1801 - 488 pages
...no more your mighty deedi ; 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 sweet, and blossom in their dust. THOMAS MAY, A celebrated poet and historian, bom about 1590, in Sussex,...
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Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed an ..., Volume 3

George Ellis - English poetry - 1803 - 476 pages
...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 Monthly Mirror: Reflecting Men and Manners: With Strictures ..., Volume 18

1804 - 452 pages
...There is no armour against fate, Death lays his icy hand on kings; Sceptre and crown must tumble down With the poor crooked scythe and spade; All heads must come to the cold tomb, And in the dust be equal made: Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in the dust. Qua...
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The Emerald, Volumes 1-2

1806 - 688 pages
...here ia no armor apainst fate : )eath biys his icy hands ou ki»gs : Seepire and crown tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords my reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong...
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The Polyanthos, Volume 4

1807 - 308 pages
...is no armour agairrt 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...
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Censura Literaria: Containing Titles, Abstracts, and Opinions ..., Volumes 3-4

Sir Egerton Brydges - Bibliographical literature - 1807 - 912 pages
...often sung to me. " The glories of eur birth and state/' &c. and therein also the fine lines, " Your heads must come To the cold tomb! Only the actions of the just imell sv.-eet, and blossom in their dust." * ART. XIII. The First Four Books of Argil's JEneis, translated...
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Rebellion in Bath: or, The battle of the upper-rooms: an heroico ..., Volume 280

Richard Warner - 1808 - 142 pages
...7 Pi^ff Ss piY flvjwc ava^ayr' ts ra.pra.pw tupev. HESIOD. 33 " Sceptre and crovn Must tumble dovn, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade." Now had the splendour of his reign been o'er, And RAMROD, crush'd to death, arose no more, Had not...
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Selection of Poems ...

Poetry - 1808 - 506 pages
...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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Specimens of the British Poets ...

British poets - English poetry - 1809 - 512 pages
...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...
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