Vain empty words / Of honour, glory and immortal fame, / Can these recall the spirit from its place, / Or re-inspire the breathless clay with life? / What tho' your fame with all its thousand trumpets, / Sound o'er… — George Sewell Copy Share Image
When all the blandishments of life are gone, The coward sneaks to death, the brave live on. — George Sewell Copy Share Image
Vain empty words / Of honour, glory and immortal fame, / Can these recall the spirit from its place, / Or re-inspire the breathless… — George Sewell Copy Share Image
When all the blandishments of life are gone, The coward sneaks to death, the brave live on. — George Sewell Copy Share Image
