...majestic lines which the feverish genius of Shelley breathed over the grave of Adonais, as of one ' Who has outsoared the shadow of our night, Envy and calumny, and hate, and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight.' There is in these lines a ring of suffering, singularly appropriate to Shelley himself,...

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...He is not dead, he does but 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 kaile Invulnerable nothings. We decay an interesting biography of one of Like corpses in a charnel...

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...doth not sleep — He h»th awaken'd from the dream of life— 'Tis we, who, lost in stormy vision*, Concesi'd behind that screen. MAX. There lie her gloves...! You refuse me this — You make it an amusement XL He has outsonr'd the shadow of our night ; Knvy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest...

...of life— iTis we, who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phfantoms an unprofitable strife, And lu mad trance, strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.— We decay Like corpses in a charncl; fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within...

...he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awakened from the dream of life — "Pis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable...cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn. With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn. " He is...

...! 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...a charnel ; fear and grief Convulse us and consume ai day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay ! 40. lie is secure, and nwc...

...that what we treasure most is a curse to ourselves and to all other men ; but 'tis they " who, lost in stormy visions, keep with phantoms an unprofitable strife, and in mad trance strike with their spirit's knife invulnerable nothings." St. Augustin says, " that men being inclined to condemn...