 | Sir Henry William Lucy - 1892 - 586 sider
...our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can tonch him not and torture not again. From the contagion of the world's slow stain 18S8.l STAFFORD XORTHCOTE. He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey... | |
 | Sir John Lubbock - 1894 - 358 sider
...who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, He has outsoared the shadows of our night. Envy and calumny, and hate and pain,...now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray, in vain — " " We are such stuff As dreams are made of, and our little life Is rounded with... | |
 | William Macneile Dixon - 1894 - 258 sider
...Our souls have sight of that immortal sea That brought us hither ; ' or with Shelley himself — ' He has outsoared the shadow of our night, Envy and...contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure.' In these we hear the human voice, the accent of man's speech in his highest and most serious moods.... | |
 | Sir John Lubbock - 1893 - 506 sider
...and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again. Prom the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure,...now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray, in vain — " Most men, however, decline to believe that " We are such stuff As dreams are made... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1895 - 780 sider
...doth not sleep — He hath awakened from the dream of life— 'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance,...now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceasecP to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented... | |
 | Charles Dudley Warner - 1896 - 498 sider
...change, unquenchably the same, WThilst thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame. Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep; He hath awakened...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... | |
 | Charles Dudley Warner, Hamilton Wright Mabie, Lucia Isabella Gilbert Runkle, George H. Warner, Edward Cornelius Towne - 1897 - 682 sider
...change, unquenchably the same, Whilst thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame. Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep; He hath awakened...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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1898 - 496 sider
...hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; 355 From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is...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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1898 - 492 sider
...hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; 355 From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is...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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1898 - 492 sider
...hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; 355 From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is...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... | |
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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; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure... 
