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" He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again... "
The poetical works of Percy Bysshe Shelley - Σελίδα 317
των Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1849
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The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in ..., Τόμος 1

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 σελίδες
...mistime us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. XL. He has outsonr'd the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate...miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not a^atn; From the contagion of the world's slow stain lie is secure, and now can never mnurn A heart...

The British and Foreign Review: Or, European Quarterly Journal ..., Τόμος 10

1840 - 974 σελίδες
...grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. " He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and...now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain. in the thought. It is less repulsive than metaphysics, and yet vague enough for all purposes...

The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 σελίδες
...worms within our living clay. • XL. He has oiitsoar'd the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumnv, and hate and pain. And that unrest which men miscall...mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparklets ashes load an unlamenled urn. XLI....

The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Τόμος 1

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 396 σελίδες
...We decay Like corpses in a charnel ; fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. XL....world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mouni A heart grown cold, a head grown grev in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn,...

Rambles and Reveries

Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1841 - 456 σελίδες
...flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal. ***** He has outsoar'd the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate...mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn. *****...

Rambles and Reveries

Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1841 - 988 σελίδες
...flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal. ***** He has outsoar'd the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate...mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in Vain ; Kor, when the spirit's self has ceased to bum, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn. *****...

Rambles and Reveries

Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1841 - 564 σελίδες
...fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal. ***** He has outsoar.d the shadow of our night j Envy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest...and torture not again ; , From the contagion of the world.s slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain...

Records of the Heart

Estelle Anna Robinson Lewis - 1844 - 304 σελίδες
...placed the following stanzas to the memory of LEL under that title. He has outsoared the shadow of the night, Envy, and calumny, and hate, and pain, And...secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold AnoifAis. r. THOU wert not made for happiness on earth, Thy spirit nature had too finely strung With...

Records of the Heart

Estelle Anna Robinson Lewis - 1844 - 276 σελίδες
...to the memory of LEL under that title. He has outsoared the shadow of the night, Envy, and calumoy, and hate, and pain, And that unrest which men miscall...secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold ADO if AH. i. <» THOU wert not made for happiness on earth, Thy spirit nature had too finely strung...

Thoughts on the Poets

Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1846 - 350 σελίδες
...Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal. , * * » * * * He has outsoar'd the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate...mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn. ******...




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