 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 thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou...  The Chilswell Book of English Poetry - Page 176edited by - 1924 - 272 pagesFull view - About this book
 | William Hone - 1837 - 936 pages
...eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. 6. Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time I have been...ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. 7. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird I No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838 - 348 pages
...light. Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an eestacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
 | William Martin - Readers - 1838 - 368 pages
...Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft...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... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838 - 412 pages
...verdurous glooms and winding mossy waysI cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft ineense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness,...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... | |
 | English poetry - 1840 - 378 pages
...cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalm'd darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable...In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and 1 have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird... | |
 | English poetry - 1840 - 368 pages
...cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalm'd darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable...pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still would st thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - English poetry - 1840 - 554 pages
...many a time I hove been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rbyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than...thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an eestasy ! Still weuldst thou sing, nnd I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. 7.... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1842 - 440 pages
...the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry fays; But here there is no light, I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear... | |
 | American poetry - 1862 - 512 pages
...White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves ; And mid- May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,...thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy ! Still would'st thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
 | American poetry - 1842 - 480 pages
...of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen; and, for many a tune, I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd...thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy! Still would'st thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
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