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
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Various - 2006 - 448 էջ
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Christopher R. Miller - 2006 - 262 էջ
...pushes ecstasis to its extremity, and holds the prospect of heaven in agnostic suspension: Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the...ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. (55-60) Ensconced in his "mossy cell," the Penseroso hopes his systematic study of nature ("every star...
C. C. Barfoot - 2006 - 490 էջ
...nightingale's song has been a climax of experience, hence the claim in the sixth stanza that Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the...have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod. (11. 55-60) The word "ecstasy" in this context suggests the ecstasy of orgasm, la petite mort ("little...