 | 1833 - 636 страници
...does Shelley's dirge rise, like the sound of a morning song, over this young poet. He has uid: — " he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awakened...who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitahle strife, And in mad trance, strike with our spirits knifu Tnvulnernhle nothings — we... | |
 | George Clinton - 1825 - 826 страници
...This shall be really to live, and in this fame is the real trinmph over the grave. He is not dead, be doth not sleep — He hath awakened from the dream...strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife I . Invulnerable nothings. We decay Like corpses in a charnel ; fear and grief Convulse us, and consume... | |
 | 1825 - 508 страници
...be really to live, and in this fame is the real triumph over the grave. He is not dead, he does but sleep — He hath awakened from the dream of life...strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's kaile Invulnerable nothings. We decay an interesting biography of one of Like corpses in a charnel... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 страници
...sleep — He hath awaken'd from the dream of life — T is we, who, lost ш stormy visions, keep 'Atil, phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance,...strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings — t Ft? decay Like corpses in в charnel ; fear and grief Convulse us and mistime us day by day,... | |
 | Alexander Whitelaw - 1833 - 448 страници
...change, 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 the dream of life— iTis we, who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phfantoms an unprofitable strife, And lu mad trance,... | |
 | 1835 - 598 страници
...the epark quenched on earth is " but bequeathed unquenchably to the future :"— 39. Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened...a charnel ; fear and grief Convulse us and consume ai day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay ! 40. lie is secure, and nwc... | |
 | Kenelm Henry Digby - 1837 - 590 страници
...touch, and that what we treasure most is a curse to ourselves and to all other men ; but 'tis they " who, lost in stormy visions, keep with phantoms an...unprofitable strife, and in mad trance strike with their spirit's knife invulnerable nothings." St. Augustin says, " that men being inclined to condemn... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 страници
...unquenchably the same, Whilst thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame. XXXIX. Peaee, peaee ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep— He hath awakened...keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad tranee stnke with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings — We deeay Like corpses in a charnel ;... | |
 | 1840 - 320 страници
...be really to live, and in this fame is the real triumph o'er the grave. He is not dead, he does but sleep — He hath awakened from the dream of life...Convulse us, and consume us day by day* And cold hopes swsrm, like worms, within our living clay. For the Visiter RETROSPECTION. (Continued.) " My father... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 402 страници
...embers ehoke the sordid hearth of shame. XXXIX. Peaee, peaee ! he is not dead, he doth not sleepHe hath awakened from the dream of life— 'Tis we, who,...keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad tranee strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings — We deeay Like eorpses in a eharnel... | |
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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. 
