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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. "
The republic of letters, [ed.] by A. Whitelaw - Страница 332
под редакцията на - 1833
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...the thirty-eighth verse :— " Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the turning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal...glow Through time and change unquenchably the same." And again the last verse but one:— " That light whose smile kindles the universe, 1' That beauty...

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...continue. This shall be really to live, and in this fame is the real trinmph over the grave. He 'a 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...

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...Thou canst not soar where he is sitting now. — l)ust to the dust! hut the pure spirit shall flow eridge XXXIX. Peace '. peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He h»th awaken'd from the dream of life—...

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...&»&•, Thou canst not soar where he is sitting nnw.— Dust to the dust ! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion...which must glow Through time and change, unquenchably tin- name, Whilst thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame. Peace, peace ! he is not dead,...

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...change is afterwards welcomed and exulted in as the proper destiny of " the soul of Adonais." " .... 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,...

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...now. Dust to the dust ' but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whenee it eame, A portion of the Eternal, which must glow Through...thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame. XXXIX. Peaee, peaee ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep— He hath awakened from the dream of life...




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