 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.  Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Lord Byron - Page 732by George Clinton - 1828 - 756 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1880 - 460 pages
...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...fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, i cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy... | |
 | George Henry Calvert - 1880 - 316 pages
...Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awakened from the dream of life — 'T is we, who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms...And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. XL. " He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that... | |
 | Frances Mary Owen - 1880 - 202 pages
...Protestant cemetery at Rome, 'where the flowers grow over him all the year round. Peace, peace, he is not dead, he doth not sleep! He hath awakened from...strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife InvulncraWe nothings. \Vc decay Like corpses in a charncl; fear and grief Convulse us and consume us... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1881 - 654 pages
...unquenchably the same, Whilst thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame. XXXIX. Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from...A.nd cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. XL. He has outsoared the shadow of our night. Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1881 - 478 pages
...unquenchably the same, Whilst thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame. XXXIX. Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from...And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. He has outsoared the shadow of our night. Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1881 - 770 pages
...unquenchably the same, Whilst thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame. XXXIX. Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep— He hath awakened from...fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, Ajid cold hopes swarm like worms within our living cl;iy. XL. He has outsoared the shadow of our night;... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - 1138 pages
...choke the sordid hearth of shame. Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awaken'd from the dream of life— 'Tis we, who, lost in stormy...And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. He has outsoar'd the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1881 - 474 pages
...unquenchably the same, Whilst thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame. XXXIX. Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from...our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings. We decay XI.. He has outsoared the shadow of our night. Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1881 - 1000 pages
...unquenchably the same, While thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame. XXXIX. Peace ! peace ! ho is majesty, onr spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings — tee decay Like corpses in a charnel ; fear and grief Convulse... | |
 | New Church gen. confer - 1881 - 608 pages
...sink into spiritual torpidity ; lying seething and corrupting in the foul dark caves of their sins. "We decay Like corpses in a charnel ; fear and grief...And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay." There could never be this victory of death and the grave, sin and the cares of life, if men... | |
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