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 visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance, strike with our spirit’s knife Invulnerable nothings. We decay Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. – Percy Bysshe Shelley, “Adonais: An Elegy on the Death of John Keats” The.

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