...does Shelley's dirge rise, like the sound of a morning song, over this young poet. He has uid: — " 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 unprofitahle strife, And in mad trance,...

...over the grave. He is not dead, he does but 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 kaile Invulnerable nothings. We decay an interesting biography...

...over the grave. He is not dead, be 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 I . Invulnerable nothings. We decay Like corpses in...

...continue. This shall be really to live, and in this fame is the real trinmph over the grave. He 'a 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...

...Through time and 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 from the dream of life— iTis we, who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phfantoms an unprofitable strife, And lu mad trance,...

...proclaims, that the epark quenched on earth is " but bequeathed unquenchably to the future :"— 39. 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,...

...change is afterwards welcomed and exulted in as the proper destiny of " the soul of Adonais." " .... 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,...

...time and change, unquenchably the same, Whilu thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame. XXXIX. Peace ! peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awaken'd from the dream of life — Ti» we, who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable...

...unquenchably the same, Whilst thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame. XXXIX. Peaee, peaee ! 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 tranee...

...o'er the grave. He is not dead, he does but 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. We decay Like corpses in a...