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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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Visits to Remarkable Places:: Old Halls, Battle Fields, and Scenes ..., Volume 2

William Howitt - Durham (England) - 1842
...thousand years ago. John Keats felt this truth when he addressed the nightingale: — Thou wert not made for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear to-night, the same was heard In ancient days, by emperor and clown. This castle, as all this district,...
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Selections from the British Poets: From Beattie to Campbell

English poetry - 1843
...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...— 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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Readings in poetry: a selection from the best English poets, from Spenser to ...

Readings - English poetry - 1843 - 448 pages
...soul abroad I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I...become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird ! Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,...
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Cyclopædia 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 Geneviève! beard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the...
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Sketches of the History of Literature and Learning in England ..., Volumes 5-6

George Lillie Craik - English language - 1845
...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 the air my quiet breath ; Now...art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy 1 Still would'st thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast...
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The Living Age ..., Volume 206

1895
...time I have been half in love with easeful death. 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 ! Doubly welcome as the solution of all life's riddles is the idea of death, but to Keats it is no...
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Cyclopædia of English literature, Volume 2

Robert Chambers - 1844
...mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease t $ ccstacy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in Tain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou...
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Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ...

Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 255 pages
...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 —...become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird ! JVo hungry generations tread thee down : The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient...
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Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ...

Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 255 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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Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ...

Leigh Hunt - Electronic books - 1845 - 345 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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