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 They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now...  The Every-day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calendar of Popular ... - الصفحة 715 بواسطة William Hone - 1830 عرض كامل -
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