 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Alexander Whitelaw - 1833 - 448 pàgines
...must call delight, Can toucn him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's stow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart...Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparklesa ashes load an unl amen ted urn. He lives, he wakes—'tis Death is dead, not he ; Mourn not... | |
 | 1840 - 974 pàgines
...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 calumny, and hate...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 of mystification.... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 pàgines
...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...now can never 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... | |
 | 1840 - 708 pàgines
...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 calumny, and hate...burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn. " He is made one with Nature ; there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder,... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 396 pàgines
...consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. XL. He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate...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,... | |
 | Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1841 - 988 pàgines
...pure spirit shall 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...now can never 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... | |
 | Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1841 - 456 pàgines
...pure spirit shall 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...now can never 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... | |
 | Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1841 - 564 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Estelle Anna Robinson Lewis - 1844 - 304 pàgines
...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... | |
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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. 
