 | Mrs. Oliphant (Margaret) - 1882 - 420 páginas
...they had sprung from pure love and sorrow : — " Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not slrep — He hath awakened from the dream of life — 'Tis we,...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... | |
 | Mrs. Oliphant (Margaret) - 1882 - 424 páginas
...gifted boy are as beautiful as if they had sprung from pure love and sorrow :— " Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep— He hath awakened from...trance, strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.—We decay Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day,... | |
 | Mrs. Oliphant (Margaret) - 1882 - 426 páginas
...gifted boy are as beautiful as if they had sprung from pure love and sorrow : — " Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awakened from...strife, And in mad trance, strike with our spirit's kuife Invulnerable nothings. — We decay Like corpses in a charnel ; fear and grief Convulse us and... | |
 | Mrs. Oliphant (Margaret) - 1882 - 364 páginas
...is not dead, he cloth not sleep — He hath awakened from the dream of life — "Tis we, who lost IB stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable...Invulnerable nothings. — We decay Like corpses in a eharnel ; fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1882 - 1002 páginas
...embers choke the sordid hearth of shame. XXXIX. Peace ! peace ! ho is not dead, ho doth not sleep — Ho Aud in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings — we decay Like corpses in... | |
 | John Keats - 1883 - 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... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1883 - 686 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... | |
 | Frederic William Farrar - 1883 - 498 páginas
...ensanguined brow, Which was like Cain's or Christ's — oh that it should be so ! 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. XX. He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1883 - 734 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. He has outsoared the shadow of our night Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest... | |
 | Frederic William Farrar - 1883 - 326 páginas
...ensanguined brow, Which was like Cain's or Christ's — oh that it should be so ! Peace, Veace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from...strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knifo Invulnerable nothings. We decay Like corpses in a charnel ; fear and grief Convulse us and consume... | |
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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. 
