 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 Seiten
...cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain —...; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In aneient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 Seiten
...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 eestacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 Seiten
...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 ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 Seiten
...mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet hreath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul ahroad In such an ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem... | |
 | 1840 - 378 Seiten
...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...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... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 552 Seiten
...rhyme, Ч То take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, r To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still would*! thou sinir, anil I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. ^ . 7^ Thou wast... | |
 | 1840 - 368 Seiten
...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 would st thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 554 Seiten
...mused rbyme, 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 eestasy ! Still weuldst thou sing, nnd I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. 7.... | |
 | 1842 - 480 Seiten
...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 ecstacy! Still would'st thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
 | William Howitt - 1842 - 634 Seiten
...thousand years ago. John Keats felt this truth when he addressed the nightingale: — Thou wert not made for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear to-night, the same was heard In ancient days, by emperor and clown. This castle, as all this district,... | |
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Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, 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... 
