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 741854Full view
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Leonora Leet - Body, Mind & Spirit - 2004 - 494 pages
...Keats, when transported by the nightingale's song: "Now more than ever seems it rich to die /. . . . Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — / To thy high requiem become a sod" (1l. 55, 59-60). The suffering artist is a cultural stereotype because so many artists, especially...