 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
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 554 էջ
...many a time I hove been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rbyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than...thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an eestasy ! Still weuldst thou sing, nnd I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. 7.... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1842 - 440 էջ
...the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry fays; But here there is no light, I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...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... | |
 | 1862 - 512 էջ
...White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves ; And mid- May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,...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. Thou... | |
 | 1842 - 480 էջ
...of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen; and, for many a tune, I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd...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. Thou... | |
 | 1843 - 368 էջ
...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...ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not bom for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear... | |
 | 1895 - 862 էջ
...: — 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...art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Doubly welcome as the solution of all life's riddles is the idea of death, but to Keats it is no... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 էջ
...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 ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 էջ
...are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess earh sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass,...thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an eestasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain, To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 էջ
...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...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 էջ
...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...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... | |
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