 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.  The Englishman's fire-side - Page 72Full view - About this book
 | 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 - 596 pages
...as this noble dirge has been quoted, it must not be omitted here : — ' The glories of our mortal state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the... | |
 | 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
...as this noble dirge has been quoted, it must not be omitted here : — ' The glories of our mortal 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... | |
 | Andrews Norton, Charles Folsom - American periodicals - 1833 - 528 pages
...as this noble dirge has been quoted, it must not be omitted here : — " The glories of our mortal state Are shadows, not substantial things ; 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... | |
 | Andrews Norton, Charles Folsom - American periodicals - 1833 - 518 pages
...Frequently as this noble dirge has been quoted, it must not be omitted here : — "The glories of our mortal state Are shadows, not substantial things ; 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... | |
 | England - 1835 - 794 pages
...any name.] DEATH'S FINAL CONQUEST. JAMES SHIRLEY. Born 1596— Died 1666. The glories of our blood* and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There...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... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1836 - 390 pages
...colleeted and republished with notes, by Mr. Gi fibril and the Rev. Alexander Dyee. SHIRLEY. DEATH'S FtNAL CONQUEST. THE glories of our birth and state Are shadows,...; 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... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1836 - 336 pages
...colleeted and repubLUhed with notes, by Mr. Gilford and tbe Rev. Alexander Dyec. SHIRLEY. . DKATH'3 FINAL CONQUEST. THE glories of our birth and state Are shadows,...; 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... | |
 | 1837 - 574 pages
...sent to us by one, to whom Charterhouse looks for great things. It does not properly come within the The glories of our birth and state Are shadows, not...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... | |
 | William Hone - 1837 - 954 pages
...of Charles II. that he was mightily delighted with these beautiful stanzas, 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 Mibt tumble1 down, And in the dust he equal made With the poor... | |
 | Jewel - 1839 - 352 pages
...above, Kind mother, let me die ! MISS JEWSBURY. VIRTUE LIVETH AFTER DEATH. 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... | |
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