 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
 | Mary Botham Howitt - English poetry - 1853 - 548 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...such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have care in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. 7. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird !... | |
 | Poets, American - 1853 - 560 pages
...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 abroad In such an ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vainTo thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - Country life - 1854 - 482 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...born for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations trend thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - Country life - 1854 - 592 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...high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for earth, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - Country life - 1854 - 584 pages
...breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While th mi art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy...high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for earth, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night... | |
 | Literary and Philosophical Society of Liverpool - 1868 - 322 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...ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears La vain To thy high requiem, become a sod." From that new masterpiece of Tennyson's genius " Lucretius,"... | |
 | George Croly - English poetry - 1854 - 426 pages
...mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more thnn ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such au ecstasy ! Still would'st thou sing, and I have ears in vain—- To thy high requiem become a sod.... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - Authors - 1855 - 580 pages
...musfed 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 I Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears is vain, — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - Country life - 1855 - 478 pages
...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 eestasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
 | John Keats - 1855 - 416 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 eestasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
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