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Death The Leveller

Rating: 3.5

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 crookèd scythe and spade.

Some men with swords may reap the field,

And plant fresh laurels where they kill:
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Yvonne Morrow 06 February 2008

I love this poem, with its strength and truth nicely interwoven.

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M. Deepananda 22 November 2019

Buddhism has revealed this real truth of the universe. It also describes this poem.

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Roisin 14 August 2019

Amazing that a poem written 500 years ago speaks of equality. Universal truth...." there is no armour against fate"

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Fran Morrison 10 December 2020

yup, stark truth, no heaven going

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Tom Garvin 22 October 2017

This and Longfellow's psalm of life are excellent guides

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Jacques Halsey 16 April 2016

This poem was said to have terrified O.Cromwell!

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Dead Man Taiking 14 December 2012

all things faint to dust

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