 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.  Minor Poems - Stran 303avtor: Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1878 - 396 straniCelotni ogled - O knjigi
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 strani
...our living clay. XL. He has outsonr'd 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 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 strani
...our living clay. XL He has outsonr'd the shadow of our night ; Knvy and calumny, and hate and pain, ts and precipices gray, Aud 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... | |
 | Alexander Whitelaw - 1833 - 448 strani
...our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men must call delight, Can toucn him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's stow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain ; Nor,... | |
 | 1840 - 974 strani
...our living clay. " He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight Can touch...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 of mystification.... | |
 | Alexander Whitelaw - 1835 - 460 strani
...night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men must call delight. Can tour, i him not and torture not again ; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and DOW can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's self has... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 strani
...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 delight, Can touch...now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparklets ashes load an unlamenled... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 strani
...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... | |
 | 1840 - 708 strani
...our living clay. " He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate and pain. And that unrest which men miscall delight Can touch...burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn. " He is made one with Nature ; there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder,... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 396 strani
...our living clay. XL. He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch...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,... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 402 strani
...From the eontagion of the world's slow stain He is seeure, and now ean never mourn A heart grown eold, a head grown grey in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's self has eeased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlameuted urn. He lives, he wakes — 'tis Death is dead,... | |
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