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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 Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and New

Susan Fenimore Cooper - Country life - 1855 - 428 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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A Complete Dictionary of Poetical Quotations: Comprising the Most Excellent ...

Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - Quotations, English - 1855 - 570 pages
...him to utter forth His love-ehant, and disburden his full soul Of all its musie ! Coleridge. 71iou wast not born for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voiee I hear this passing night was heard In aneient days by emperor and elowu. Keats. NOBILITY. Vain-glorious...
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Poetry: selected for the use of schools and families by A. Bowman

Anne Bowman - 1856 - 292 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...ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. VII. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice...
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The Poetical Works of John Keats

John Keats - 1856 - 256 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...thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high reoniiem become a sod. 7Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee...
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The National Review, Volume 3

Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - 1856
...mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Xow 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."...
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The National Review, Volume 3

Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - 1856
...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 Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod." In such an ecstasy....
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The Poets of the Nineteenth Century, Volume 1808

Robert Aris Willmott - American poetry - 1857 - 397 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 in vainTo thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations...
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The Poets of the Nineteenth Century, Volume 1808

Robert Aris Willmott - American poetry - 1857 - 397 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 au eestasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain—- To thy high requiem become a sod....
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The Poets of the Nineteenth Century

Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - American poetry - 1858 - 616 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...down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of liuth, when, sick for home. She...
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The Poets of the Nineteenth Century

Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - American poetry - 1858 - 616 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 wast...
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