 | 1820 - 596 էջ
...eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy w,ine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time, I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever... | |
 | 1820 - 606 էջ
...eldest child, The coming musk-iosc, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of aies on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time, I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 էջ
...; The coming meek-rose, full of dewy wine, Tlif: murmurous haunt of flies on rammer evesDarkling 1 listen; and, for many a time . •• I have been half in love with easeful Death, С *l!M him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take inte the air my qinet breath ; Now more than... | |
 | 1823 - 400 էջ
...eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. s Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easy Death, Called him ioft mimes in many a mused rhyme, . To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 էջ
...eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. VI. Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, CalTd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1825 - 404 էջ
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 | 1826 - 638 էջ
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 | William Hone - 1826 - 876 էջ
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 | John Keats - 1926 - 738 էջ
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 | John Keats - 1926 - 730 էջ
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Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath... 
