 | 1870 - 462 Seiten
...rhyme, . To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, 55 To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring...ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. 60 Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 Seiten
...mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Kow, more than ever, seems it rich to die, To cease side ? There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert wmildst thou sing, and I have ears in vain, — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born... | |
 | Juliette Huxley - 1999 - 424 Seiten
...like. The Berg must be bursting with confessions — cries for help — and all the symphonies of love, "while thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad in such an ecstasy." And here now is a glimmer of sun, timid and vanishing in snow clouds. Time for lunch — which is the... | |
 | Aldous Huxley, David Bradshaw, James Sexton - 2000 - 140 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...ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. LIDGATE: I say, that's wonderful. May I just look? (Takes the book from BARMBY.J "Now more than ever... | |
 | Thomas McFarland - 2000 - 268 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...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... | |
 | Pia-Elisabeth Leuschner - 2000 - 286 Seiten
...But [...] guess each sweet [...]" („Ode to the Nightingale" (Anm. 667) v. 41 und 43). Ebd.: „Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! / No hungry generations tread thee down; [...]" (v. 61 f). ' Vgl. auch Fry: „[...] the echo of a word already spoken, reduces words from signs... | |
 | Norman Finkelstein - 2001 - 210 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...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... | |
 | Irving Singer - 2001 - 252 Seiten
...expression of its own happiness, he feels that "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!" This idea of death as an apogee of total consummation in the experience that precedes it also appears... | |
 | Susan J. Wolfson - 2001 - 324 Seiten
...pain," then the richness of his thought is immediately nullified by the realism of mortal extinction: "Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain - / To thy high requiem become a sod," he laments to the nightingale (55-60). In To Autumn we read a series of statements about the season's... | |
 | Anne Ferry - 2001 - 318 Seiten
..."What thou art we know not." In the last poem, Keats's "Ode to a Nightingale," the poet, listening "While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad /In such an ecstasy!," thinks of his own mortality, and that reflection leads him to accuse the "immortal Bird" as a "deceiving... | |
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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... 
