 | Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1841 - 988 pàgines
...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...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
...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...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... | |
 | Estelle Anna Robinson Lewis - 1844 - 276 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1846 - 350 pàgines
...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...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... | |
 | Half hours - 1847 - 616 pàgines
...ability, and rather affecting from their moral than intellectual bearing. But now " He has outsoar'd the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate...head grown grey in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's self had ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn :" and, ere we close altogether these... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 638 pàgines
...cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. XL. He has outsonr'd the shadow of our night; Knvy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest which...contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now«can never moum A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain; Nor, when the spirit's self has... | |
 | 1847 - 1230 pàgines
...which tho poet changes from his sorrow to rejoicing. " Ho has outsonred the shadow of our night; Knvy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which...men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture notugniu. From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart... | |
 | 1851 - 790 pàgines
...trace His extreme way to her dim dwelling-place. that unrest which men miscall delight Can touch her not, and torture not again ; From the contagion of the world's slow stain She is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain. Peace ! peace... | |
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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... 
