 | 1880 - 632 pagini
...breathed over the grave of Adonais, as of one ' Who has outsoared the shadow of our night, Envy and calumny, and hate, and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight.' There is in these lines a ring of suffering, singularly appropriate to Shelley himself, on whose monument,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pagini
...hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. XL. He has outsonr'd the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest which...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pagini
...hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. XL He has outsonr'd the shadow of our night ; Knvy and ccessibly Hemm'd in with rifts and precipices gray,...hanging crags, many a cove and bay. And whilst the out ; Krom the contagion of the world's elow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown... | |
 | Alexander Whitelaw - 1833 - 448 pagini
...our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men 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 grown cold, a head grown grey in vain ; Nor,... | |
 | 1840 - 974 pagini
...hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. " He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest which...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... | |
 | Alexander Whitelaw - 1835 - 460 pagini
...night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men must call delight. Can tour, i him not and torture not again ; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and DOW can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's self has... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 pagini
...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.... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 pagini
...outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and ealumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miseall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again ;...contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now ean never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's self has eeased... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 396 pagini
...hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. XL. He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest which...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 pagini
...whence it came, A portion of the Eternal. ***** He has outsoar'd the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest which...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. *****... | |
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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... 
