 Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou...  The Chilswell Book of English Poetry - Էջ 176խմբագրել է - 1924 - 272 էջԱմբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
 | 1820 - 602 էջ
...leaves And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-iosc, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of aies on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and, for many...ears in vain—- To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear... | |
 | 1821 - 488 էջ
...to-morrow. Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into...pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still won lost thou sing, and I have ears in vain—- To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born... | |
 | 1823 - 400 էջ
...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...pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wonldst thou siug, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 էջ
...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...thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy ! Still would'st thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod. VII.... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 512 էջ
...thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine, Fast fading violets covered up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming...ears in vain—- To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 513 էջ
...fading violets covered up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose full of dewy^wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling...ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear... | |
 | William Hone - 1830
...eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. 6. Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time I have been...ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. 7. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird I No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice... | |
 | Mme. Charlotte Fiske (Bates) Rogé - 1832 - 1022 էջ
...many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; [die, Now more than ever seems it rich to To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art...ears in vain, — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear... | |
 | Harp - 1836 - 380 էջ
...eves. Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into...ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 էջ
...grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets, cover'd up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest...ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down : The voice I hear... | |
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