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...Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. 40. He has outsoared the shadow of our night. Envy and...now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey, in vain— Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to bum, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented...

...cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Euvy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest which...mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, 'U ith sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn. He...

...Coavulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. •h He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and...From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is cecure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain; Nor, when the spirit's...

...ability, and rather affecting from their moral than intellectual bearing. But now " He has ontsoar'd the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate...now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain ; Nor Wit! and, ere we close altogether these memorials of his short earthly being, let...

...shadow of our Night ; Envy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall deliglit, Can touch him not and torture not again ; From the...now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented...

...nothings — We decay Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, 350 He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and...delight, Can touch him not, and torture not again ; 355 From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown...

...wrestling against the fetters of mortality. He sees the soul of Adonais — (his friend Keats) — Outsoar the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate...delight, Can touch him not and torture not again. * * * » * He lives, he wakes — 'tis Death is dead, not he ; Mourn not for Adonais — thou young...

...and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our livingclay. He has out-soar'd the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate...now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain : Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented...

...certain poet drowned in the Bay of Spezia : the inscription partly in his own words — He has outsoar'd the shadow of our night, Envy and calumny, and hate...delight, Can touch him not and torture not again. The house of his son, the Baronet, is not far off; and in Bournemouth churchyard is the grave of Sir...