 | Margaret T. Downing - 1867 - 394 páginas
...freely given when he could no longer, be soothed by caresses or stimulated by approval, and now — " 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... | |
 | Annie Thomas - 1867 - 172 páginas
...It 122 123 was not in him to linger about and long for the unattainable. /CHAPTER XLI. BROKEN DOWN. "He has out-soared the shadow of our night, Envy, and calumny, and hate, and pain, Acd that unrest, which men miscall delight, Can touch him not, and torture not again." THE second summer... | |
 | Henry Allon - 1859 - 740 páginas
...Madness with unalterable mien.' And the following stanza from ' Adonais' is curiously Byronic :— ' 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... | |
 | 1868 - 978 páginas
...and he has compassed at least in part the glorious designs which he so desired to manifest : — " 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." LITTELL'S LIVING AGE No. 1274, -October... | |
 | 1868 - 942 páginas
...Spezia : the inscription partly in his own words — R г 1868] Rambles. [February He luis outboar'd 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. The house of his son, the Baronet, is not... | |
 | 1869 - 400 páginas
...on the death of one who, like my brother, did not meet in life with the fame which he deserved : — "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. Peace, peace. He is not dead, he doth not... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1870 - 628 páginas
...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...cold 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... | |
 | John Sheppard - 1870 - 374 páginas
...from his own billowy grave ! He mourns over the dream of life, and exclaims, — " 'Tis we who lost in stormy visions keep With phantoms an unprofitable...cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay !" Let the nobly energetic protest from a poet of a different spirit, rebuke that dark lament. Be it... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1870 - 664 páginas
...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...Invulnerable nothings. We decay Like corpses in a enarnel ; fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1871 - 400 páginas
...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...living clay. He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Euvy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not... | |
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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. 
