 | 1880 - 632 str.
...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,...pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight.' There is in these lines a ring of suffering, singularly appropriate to Shelley himself, on whose monument,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 str.
...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 str.
...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... | |
 | Alexander Whitelaw - 1833 - 448 str.
...Convulse us 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 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... | |
 | 1840 - 974 str.
...Convulse us 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,...miscall delight Can touch him not and torture not again ; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown... | |
 | Alexander Whitelaw - 1835 - 460 str.
...Convulse us 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 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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 str.
...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 delight, Can touch him not and torture not again ; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown... | |
 | Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1841 - 988 str.
...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...miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again ; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown... | |
 | Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1841 - 456 str.
...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...miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again ; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown... | |
 | Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1841 - 564 str.
...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...miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again ; , From the contagion of the world.s slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown... | |
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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... 
