 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 552 էջ
...have been half in love with easeful Death, i Call'd him «oft names in many a mused rhyme, Ч То take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, r To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In... | |
 | John Keats - 1841 - 254 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...soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the ah- my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, While thou art pouring forth thy soul... | |
 | 1842 - 504 էջ
...eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen; and, for many a time, I have been...take into the air my quiet breath. Now more than ever seema it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 էջ
...eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. sang an old and moving story — An old rude song that suited well That ruin wild a Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the, air my quiet breath; Now more than ever... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1845 - 484 էջ
...eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eve. 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 the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever... | |
 | 1895 - 862 էջ
...beantiful ; and closely allied with this view of nature comes to the poet the thought of death : — Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful death. Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 էջ
...eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, 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 sofi names in many a mused rhyme To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 էջ
...eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, 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, Caltd him soft names in many a mused rhyme To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 292 էջ
...eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, 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, CalPd him soft names in many a mused rhyme To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 էջ
...eldest child, The coming musk-*ose, full of dewy wine, 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, CalFd him soft names in many a mused rhyme To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever... | |
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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 ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain,... 
