 | 1902 - Страниц: 708
...is so exquisite and so immortal that I must gather up its essence in the closing of this tribute : "Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awakened from the dream of life. He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain. He lives, he wakes —... | |
 | Beatrice Whitby - 1890 - Страниц: 330
...lot; though it were to his own hindrance." And then, after a pause, the answer : CHAPTER XXVIII. " Peace, peace ! He is not dead, he doth not sleep, He hath awakened from the dream of life— He hath outsoared the shadow of our night." STEPS passed to and fro the hall continually, but is was... | |
 | Sir John Lubbock - 1891 - Страниц: 304
...we shall weep no more." By no one has this, however, been more grandly expressed than by Shelley. " Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep !...visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, He has outsoared the shadows of our night. Envy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest which... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1891 - Страниц: 192
...or furnishes a full account of the post-mortem fate of the Quarterly reviewer. Stanza 39, 11. i, 2. Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep! He hath awakened from the dream of life. Shelley now proceeds boldly to declare that the state which we call death is to be preferred to that... | |
 | Richard D. Jones - 1891 - Страниц: 152
..."Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead." And Shelley: "Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep; He hath awakened from the dream of life." In these elegies the nature of death is rather taken for granted. But only after long inquiry into... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1891 - Страниц: 174
...or furnishes a full account of the post-mortem fate of the Quarterly reviewer. Stanza 39, 11. 1, 2. Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep! He hath awakened from the dream of life. Shelley now proceeds boldly to declare that the state which we call death is to be preferred to that... | |
 | Francis Adams - 1891 - Страниц: 312
...rising to her eyes, the sob from her heart, with the thought of one whose memory never left her long : ' Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awakened from the dream of life.' She stood, silently looking out across the plain into the horizon sky where the dawn was slowly breaking.... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1891 - Страниц: 766
...embers choke the sordid hearth of shame. xxxix Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — Me hath awakened from the dream of life— 'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance, strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable... | |
 | Léonce Mesnard - 1892 - Страниц: 762
...infligea le doux Virgile, durum genus), la céleste poésie, Urania. XXXIX Peace, pcace ! he is not dcad, he doth not sleep. He hath awakened from the dream...visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife . . . LU The one remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, earth's shadows... | |
 | John Wesley Hales - 1892 - Страниц: 480
...embers choke the sordid hearth of shame. xxxix. Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleepHe hath awakened from the dream of life — "Tis we, who, lost in stormy visions, keep 345 With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable... | |
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