...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...

...rhyme, . To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, 55 To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring...ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. 60 Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I...

...like. The Berg must be bursting with confessions — cries for help — and all the symphonies of love, "while thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad in such an ecstasy." And here now is a glimmer of sun, timid and vanishing in snow clouds. Time for lunch — which is the...

...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. LIDGATE: I say, that's wonderful. May I just look? (Takes the book from BARMBY.J "Now more than ever...

...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...have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.~7 Keats's actual death, in cruel and bitter irony, was anything but a ceasing upon the midnight...

...But [...] guess each sweet [...]" („Ode to the Nightingale" (Anm. 667) v. 41 und 43). Ebd.: „Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! / No hungry generations tread thee down; [...]" (v. 61 f). ' Vgl. auch Fry: „[...] the echo of a word already spoken, reduces words from signs...

...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. Here, death takes on all the appeal of luxurious, eroticized vitality, in contrast to the sphere of...

...expression of its own happiness, he feels that "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!" This idea of death as an apogee of total consummation in the experience that precedes it also appears...

...pain," then the richness of his thought is immediately nullified by the realism of mortal extinction: "Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain - / To thy high requiem become a sod," he laments to the nightingale (55-60). In To Autumn we read a series of statements about the season's...

..."What thou art we know not." In the last poem, Keats's "Ode to a Nightingale," the poet, listening "While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad /In such an ecstasy!," thinks of his own mortality, and that reflection leads him to accuse the "immortal Bird" as a "deceiving...