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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... "
Chambers's Pocket Miscellany - Page 74
1854
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The Every-day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calendar of ..., Volume 1

William Hone - Days - 1837
...mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cfase upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy 1 Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. r. Thou wast...
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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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The Moral and Intellectual School Book: Containing Instructions for Reading ...

William Martin - Readers - 1838 - 348 pages
...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 forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou...
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The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838
...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 forth thy soul abroad In such an eestacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou...
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The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838
...mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet hreath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul ahroad In such an ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem...
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Selections from the British Poets, Volume 2

Fitz-Greene Halleck - English poetry - 1840
...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...In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and 1 have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird...
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The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Mary Botham Howitt - English poetry - 1840 - 522 pages
...rhyme, Ч То take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, r To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still would*! thou sinir, anil I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. ^ . 7^ Thou wast...
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Selections from the British Poets, Volume 2

English poetry - 1840
...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 forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still would st thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born...
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The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Mary Botham Howitt - English poetry - 1840 - 522 pages
...mused rbyme, 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 forth thy soul abroad In such an eestasy ! Still weuldst thou sing, nnd I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. 7....
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Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth Century

American poetry - 1842 - 490 pages
...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 forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy! Still would'st thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou...
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