 | David Rubadiri - 1989 - 132 頁
...must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate. And must give up the murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to...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 sweet... | |
 | R. R. Agrawal - 1990 - 316 頁
...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, Then boast...purple altar now See where the victor victim bleeds: All heads must come To the cold tomb.46 Similarly, a fine philosophical song, "My Mind to Me a Kingdom... | |
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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,... 
