 | John Keats - 1859 - 524 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 be'come a sod. Thou... | |
 | William Hone - 1859 - 880 Seiten
...ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. r. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice 1 hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and cluwn : Perhaps the self-same song... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1859 - 550 Seiten
...rhyme To late into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon tho midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an cestacy 1 Still wonldst thoa sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
 | William Allingham - 1860 - 316 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 1 Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. VII.... | |
 | William Harrison ainsworth - 1860 - 516 Seiten
...the Power of Sound. • Ibid. Miscellaneous Sonnets, VI. Italy, "The Felucca." The Dead Eagle. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I Lear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song... | |
 | England - 1860 - 532 Seiten
...cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an cestacy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become« sod. vn. Thou was not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice... | |
 | 1890 - 366 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...No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice 1 hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song... | |
 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 438 Seiten
...mus&d rhyme, To tnke 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 woulrlst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 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 ! Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice 1... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1863 - 564 Seiten
...summer eves. Darkling I listen, and, for many a time, 1 have been half in love with easeful Death,1 Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take...thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an eestasy ! Still wonld'st thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
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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... 
