 | John Keats - 1848 - 414 páginas
...a man of inferior ability, and rather affecting from their moral than intellectual bearing. But now He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain ; Nor, when ihe spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparklesa aahes load an unlamented urn :" and, ere we close... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1849 - 406 páginas
...Convulse na and consume us day by day, And colJ hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. XL. He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and...mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown, gray in vain; Xor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparklesa ashes load an unlamented urn. XLI. He... | |
 | Sarah Carter Edgarton Mayo - 1849 - 334 páginas
...gone to the Father that so highly endowed him, perchance to a world that can recognize its Saviour. ' He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and...delight, Can touch him not and torture not again.' Yes, we may be assured that not one of all the great Creator has called away from earth, has passed... | |
 | Sarah Carter Edgarton Mayo - 1849 - 344 páginas
...that BO highly endowed him, perchance to a world that can recognize its Saviour. ' He has outsoarcd the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate...delight, Can touch him not and torture not again.' Yes, we may be assured that not one of all the great Creator has called away from earth, has passed... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1850 - 652 páginas
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 | 1943 - 410 páginas
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 | Jane Margaret Hooper - 1854 - 336 páginas
...consume us, day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. • ••*•• " He has out-soared the shadow of our night ; Envy and...calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscal delight, Can touch him not and torture not again ; Prom the contagion of the world's slow stain... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - 766 páginas
...Convulse us and consume us day by day, &.nd cold hopes swarm like worms within out living clay. XL. He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and...not again ; From the contagion of the world's slow slain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain Nor, when... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1855 - 770 páginas
...Convulse us and consume us day by day, Ajid cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. XL. He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and...not again ; From the contagion of the world's slow slain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain Nor, when... | |
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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... 
