 | W. F. March Phillipps - 1879 - 384 páginas
...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...And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest... | |
 | John Addington Symonds - 1879 - 216 páginas
...reviewer of Keats. He now bursts forth afresh into the music of consolation : — Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from...And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. IIe has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest... | |
 | 1879 - 512 páginas
...checked the development of powers which seem to have been »>f the highest order. " Peace ! peace 1 he is not dead, he doth not sleep, He hath awakened from...visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife." - - \ 00, *-.f cu;r-. Sculpture. — Materials. — Antiquity. — Simplicity. SCULPTURE was practised... | |
 | Miss Ludlow - 1879 - 494 páginas
...checked the development of powers which seem to have been •>! the highest order. "Peace! peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep, He hath awakened from...visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife." . Sculpture. — Materials. — Antiquity. — Simplicity. rljlptltn. SCULPTURE was practised at a... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1880 - 660 páginas
...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...And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1880 - 452 páginas
...unquenchably the same, Whilst thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame. xxxrx. Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awakened from...And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. XL. And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again ; From... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 650 páginas
...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 from...And 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... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 648 páginas
...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 from...And 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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1880 - 516 páginas
...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 from...And 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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1880 - 444 páginas
...unquenchably the same, Whilst thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame. xxxrx. Peace, peace ! he1 is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awakened from...day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within OUT living clay. XL. He has outsoared the shadow of our night \ Envy and calumny and hate and pain,... | |
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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. 
