...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...pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still vvouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. VII Thou wast not...

...soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever it seems rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain,...ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. As Keats contemplates quitting the world altogether, his grief about the loss of its mixed blessings...

...of the powerful connection between ecstasy and nonbeing, natural beauty and physical death: Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the...pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! But thoughts of human suffering- "hungry generations," "the sad heart of Ruth," and "faery lands forlorn"...

...pharmaceutical companies. Perhaps John Keats was not exaggerating when he wrote of the nightingale: Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the...pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! IN THE HEART OF THE WILD : \~J Of course, songbirds have not evolved for our benefit only, much as...

...asks Coleridge, 'where Genius ne'er in vain / Pour'd forth his lofty strain?' (p. xcii): 'Now more than ever seems it rich to die, / to cease upon the...pouring forth thy soul abroad / In such an ecstasy' cries Keats. And Coleridge's poem details the physical dissolution of Chatterton ('corse of livid hue',...

...poems. Consider the speaker's musing about death in the sixth stanza of Ode to a Nightingale: Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the...pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! The richness of this thought is immediately nullified by the realism of mortal extinction: "Still wouldst...

...ode's structure and meaning is the apprehension that, death once dead, there's no more dying then: Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been...have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.~7 Keats's actual death, in cruel and bitter irony, was anything but a ceasing upon the midnight...

...spell: 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. Here, death takes on all the appeal of luxurious, eroticized vitality, in contrast to the sphere of...

...summer 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...

...Keats reports that being happy in the bird's expression of its own happiness, he feels that "Now more than ever seems it rich to die, / To cease upon the...pouring forth thy soul abroad / In such an ecstasy!" This idea of death as an apogee of total consummation in the experience that precedes it also appears...