 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. We decay...  The Living Age - Page 731909Full view - About this book
 | Samuel Byron Brittan - 1882 - 570 pages
...agents compelled the recognition of their presence. The following is a reference to his friend Keats : " He lives, he wakes — 'tis Death is dead, not he ; Mourn not for Adonais. Thou young Dawn, Turn all thy dew to splendor, for from thee The spirit thou lamentest is... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1882 - 1002 pages
...; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load au unlameuted urn. XLI. heerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind ? 1 Bet Adonais. — Thou young Dawn, Turn all thy dew to splendor, for from theo The spirit thou lameutest... | |
 | James Freeman Clarke - 1883 - 466 pages
...rage, and pain, And that unrest that men miscall delight, Can touch him not, nor torture him again." "Peace! peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep; He hath awakened from the dream of life." " Thou canst not soar where he is sitting now, Dust to the dust — but the pure spirit shall flow... | |
 | John Dennis - 1883 - 426 pages
...twenty-six — the greatest English poet, whose genius has been confined within so narrow a limit. " 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." These lines of farewell... | |
 | James Freeman Clarke - 1883 - 458 pages
...rage, and pain, And that unrest that men miscall delight, Can touch him not, nor torture him again." "Peace! peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep; He hath awakened from the dream of life." " Thou canst not soar where he is sitting now, Dust to the dust — but the pure spirit shall flow... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1883 - 734 pages
...and change, 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 the dream of life. 'Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike... | |
 | James Freeman Clarke - 1883 - 464 pages
...rage, and pain, And that unrest that men miscall delight, Can touch him not, nor torture him again." "Peace! peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep; He hath awakened from the dream of life." u Thou canst not soar where he is sitting now, Dust to the dust — but the pure spirit shall flow... | |
 | Frederic William Farrar - 1883 - 498 pages
...branded and ensanguined brow, Which was like Cain's or Christ's — oh that it should be so ! XXXIX. 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... | |
 | John Dennis - 1883 - 430 pages
...twenty-six — the greatest English poet, whose genius has been confined within so narrow a limit. " 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." These lines of farewell... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1883 - 686 pages
...time and change, 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 the dream of life. 'Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike... | |
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