 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
 | 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... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 882 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
...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 - 425 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... | |
 | William Hone - 1837
...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... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838
...light. Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an eestacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 348 էջ
...Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft...thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838
...verdurous glooms and winding mossy waysI cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft ineense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness,...thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
 | Fitz-Greene Halleck - 1840
...cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalm'd darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable...In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and 1 have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird... | |
 | 1840
...cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalm'd darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable...pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still would st thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born... | |
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