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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... "
The Book of Georgian Verse - Page 1083
redigeeritud poolt - 1909 - 1313 lehte
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Time's Telescope for ... ; Or, A Complete Guide to the Almanack

1823
...no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wonldst thou siug, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become...; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In antient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart...
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The Every-day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calendar of ..., 2. köide

William Hone - 1830
...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...
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The every-day book and table-book; or, Everlasting calendar of ..., 2. köide

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...
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The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838
...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...
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Selections from the British Poets: From Beattie to Campbell

1843
...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...— To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not bom for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing...
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Cyclop¿dia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ..., 2. köide

Robert Chambers - 1844
...cease upon the midnight with no pain, While them art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy t blended with the lights of eve ; Ana she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Geneviève! beard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the...
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The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayley

Samuel Carter Hall - 1846
...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 soft...No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I heard this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song...
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The Poetical Works of John Keats, lk 1

John Keats - 1847 - 256 lehte
...easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, Darkling I listen; and for many a time To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than...ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. 7Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear...
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Pictorial Calendar of the Seasons, ...

Mary Botham Howitt - 1854 - 567 lehte
...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 soft...high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for earth, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night...
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The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and New

Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1854 - 428 lehte
...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...born for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations trend thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown...
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