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" 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 176
edited by - 1924 - 272 pages
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Lotus-eating: a Summer Book

George William Curtis - Atlantic States - 1852 - 216 pages
...sleep. Darkling, I listen ; and, for many a time, I have been half in love with easeful death — Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme To take into...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. So sang...
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Lotos-eating: a Summer Book

George William Curtis - Atlantic States - 1852 - 214 pages
..." Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time, I have been half in love with easeful death — Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme To take into...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 a sod." So sang Keats...
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Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places and People

Mary Russell Mitford - Authors - 1852 - 588 pages
...Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soil names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air...art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy 1 Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain, — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast...
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Chambers's pocket miscellany, Volumes 4-6

Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1852 - 680 pages
...mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To seize upon the midnight with no pain. While thou art pouring...sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem beeome a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ;...
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The book of English poetry, with critical and biogr. sketches of the poets

English poetry - 1853 - 552 pages
...eves. Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful death, (-'ailed him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into...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...
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The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Mary Botham Howitt - English poetry - 1853 - 548 pages
...eve«. Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Caird him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into...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 !...
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Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Volume 1

Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 pages
...the air my quiet breath — Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight tcilh no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad...have ears in vain, To thy high requiem become a sod. And that remembrance leads him to compare his lot with the nightingtle's. That self-same tune had been...
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Poets of England and America: Being Selections from the Best Authors of Both ...

Poets, American - 1853 - 560 pages
...Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme To take into the air my quiet hreath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the...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...
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Pictorial Calendar of the Seasons, ...

Mary Botham Howitt - Country life - 1854 - 592 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...ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for earth, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear...
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The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and New

Susan Fenimore Cooper - Country life - 1854 - 482 pages
...summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into...ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations trend thee down ; The voice I hear...
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