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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
edited by - 1909 - 1313 pages
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Time's Telescope for ... ; Or, A Complete Guide to the Almanack

Almanacs, English - 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 ..., Volume 2

William Hone - Days - 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 ..., Volume 2

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 - English poetry - 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

English poetry - 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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Cyclopćdia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ..., Volume 2

Robert Chambers - English literature - 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 Genevičve! 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 - English poetry - 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, Page 1

John Keats - 1847 - 256 pages
...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 - Country life - 1854 - 567 pages
...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 - Country life - 1854 - 428 pages
...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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