 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...  Chambers's Pocket Miscellany - Page 721854Full view - About this book
 | John Keats - Poetry - 2001 - 667 pages
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 | Irving Singer - Philosophy - 2001 - 252 pages
...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 - Literary Criticism - 2001 - 324 pages
...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... | |
 | Michael Yatron - 2000 - 262 pages
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 | Anne Ferry - Literary Criticism - 2001 - 318 pages
..."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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