 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1881 - 770 sider
...unquenchably the same, Whilst thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame. XXXIX. Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep— He hath awakened...fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, Ajid cold hopes swarm like worms within our living cl;iy. XL. He has outsoared the shadow of our night;... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1881 - 474 sider
...unquenchably the same, Whilst thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame. XXXIX. Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened...our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings. We decay XI.. He has outsoared the shadow of our night. Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1881 - 1000 sider
...unquenchably the same, While thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame. XXXIX. Peace ! peace ! ho is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awakened...unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with onr spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings — tee decay Like corpses in a charnel ; fear and grief Convulse... | |
 | Mrs. Oliphant (Margaret) - 1882 - 424 sider
...that gifted boy are as beautiful as if they had sprung from pure love and sorrow :— " Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep— He hath awakened...trance, strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.—We decay Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day,... | |
 | Mrs. Oliphant (Margaret) - 1882 - 426 sider
...gifted boy are as beautiful as if they had sprung from pure love and sorrow : — " Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awakened...strife, And in mad trance, strike with our spirit's kuife Invulnerable nothings. — We decay Like corpses in a charnel ; fear and grief Convulse us and... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1882 - 1002 sider
...embers choke the sordid hearth of shame. XXXIX. Peace ! peace ! ho is not dead, ho doth not sleep — Ho Aud in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings — we decay Like corpses in... | |
 | Mrs. Oliphant (Margaret) - 1882 - 364 sider
...beautiful as if they had sprung from pure love and sorrow : — " Peace, peace ! lie is not dead, he cloth not sleep — He hath awakened from the dream of life — "Tis we, who lost IB stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance, strike with our spirit's... | |
 | Henry Bernard Cotterill - 1882 - 410 sider
...loftiness of their meaning, entitle Shelley to a place at least beside the greatest poets. " Peace, peace, he is not dead, he doth not sleep : He hath awakened from this dream of life — ***** He has outsoared the shadow of our night : Envy and calumny and hate and... | |
 | Frederic William Farrar - 1883 - 326 sider
...and ensanguined brow, Which was like Cain's or Christ's — oh that it should be so ! Peace, Veace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened...strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knifo Invulnerable nothings. We decay Like corpses in a charnel ; fear and grief Convulse us and consume... | |
 | John Dennis - 1883 - 430 sider
...the greatest English poet, whose genius has been confined within so narrow a limit. " Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened...visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife." These lines of farewell to Keats were written by his brother-poet, Shelley. Both ... , . . , . . Percy... | |
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Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awakened from the dream of life — 'Tis we, who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings. 
