 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 стор.
...mistime us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. XL. He has outsonr'd the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate...miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not a^atn; From the contagion of the world's slow stain lie is secure, and now can never mnurn A heart... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 стор.
...cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. XL He has outsonr'd the shadow of our night ; Knvy inaccessibly Hemm'd in with rifts and precipices...hanging crags, many a cove and bay. And whilst the out ; Krom the contagion of the world's elow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown... | |
 | 1840 - 974 стор.
...and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. " He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate...now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain. in the thought. It is less repulsive than metaphysics, and yet vague enough for all purposes... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 стор.
...worms within our living clay. • XL. He has oiitsoar'd the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumnv, and hate and pain. And that unrest which men miscall...head grown gray in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparklets ashes load an unlamenled urn. XLI. He lives, he wakes — 'tis Death... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 стор.
...outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and ealumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miseall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again ;...contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now ean never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's self has eeased... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 396 стор.
...consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. XL. He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate...world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mouni A heart grown cold, a head grown grev in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn,... | |
 | Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1841 - 456 стор.
...flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal. ***** He has outsoar'd the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate...head grown gray in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn. ***** The inheritors of unfulfilled... | |
 | Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1841 - 988 стор.
...flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal. ***** He has outsoar'd the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate...mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in Vain ; Kor, when the spirit's self has ceased to bum, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn. *****... | |
 | Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1841 - 564 стор.
...fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal. ***** He has outsoar.d the shadow of our night j Envy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest...and torture not again ; , From the contagion of the world.s slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain... | |
 | Estelle Anna Robinson Lewis - 1844 - 304 стор.
...placed the following stanzas to the memory of LEL under that title. He has outsoared the shadow of the night, Envy, and calumny, and hate, and pain, And...secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold AnoifAis. r. THOU wert not made for happiness on earth, Thy spirit nature had too finely strung With... | |
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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... 
