 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 648 pages
...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...now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey, in vain — Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1880 - 660 pages
...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; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 650 pages
...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...now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey, in vain— Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1880 - 444 pages
...consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within OUT living clay. XL. 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 ; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1880 - 520 pages
...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...now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlameuted... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1880 - 516 pages
...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...now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented... | |
 | Theodore Martin - 1880 - 560 pages
...! He is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from the dream of life ! He lias out-soared the shadow of our Night. Envy and calumny, and hate...now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain— Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented... | |
 | Sir Theodore Martin - 1880 - 452 pages
...peace ! He is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from the dream of life ! He has out-soared the shadow of our Night. Envy and calumny, and hate...now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain— Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1880 - 452 pages
...Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. XL. And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch...now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented... | |
 | Sir Theodore Martin - 1880 - 610 pages
...out-soared the shadow of our Night. Envy and calumny, and hate and pain, 1 86 1 CONCLUDING REMARKS. 445 And that unrest, which men miscall delight, Can touch...now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain — Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented... | |
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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... 
