 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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...time realizing fully the trance of power and the triumphant liquidity of the syllabification. [353] "No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice...hear this passing night was heard In ancient days — " Ah, all seemed as clear — as clear as the triumph of life. All seemed to be only as it had... | |
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