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" 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 176
խմբագրել է - 1924 - 272 էջ
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The every-day book and table-book; or, Everlasting calendar of ..., Հատոր 2

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...
Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին

The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

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...
Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին

The Moral and Intellectual School Book: Containing Instructions for Reading ...

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...
Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին

The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

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...
Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին

Selections from the British Poets, Հատոր 2

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...
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Selections from the British Poets, Հատոր 2

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...
Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին

The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 522 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....
Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին

Gems of the Modern Poets: With Biographical Notices

Samuel Carter Hall - 1842 - 408 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...
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Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth Century

1862 - 490 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...
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Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth Century

1842 - 490 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...
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