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
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...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. "There death is blended not with love, but bird-music. 'Birds' and 'music' are both close to 'love'... | |
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...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. (208) But while in the thrall of the nightingale's song, the speaker implies he is somehow transformed... | |
| John R. Strachan - 2003 - 218 pages
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...know on earth and all ye need to know." When he hears the nightingale singing, Keats exclaims : "Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird ! No hungry...hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by'emperor and clown." The whole of that stanza, which culminates in the opening of magic casements... | |
| Marcia Willett - Fiction - 2002 - 442 pages
...standing behind him, shivering, clasping her ruana tightly about her; heard her voice in the wind. 'Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain...— To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not bom for death, immortal Bird!' 'No,' he said desperately, with a kind of revulsion. 'No. I can't put... | |
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