 Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick...  The Oral Study of Literature - Page 312by Algernon de Vivier Tassin - 1923 - 431 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Nancy Bogen - Literary Criticism - 2007 - 426 pages
...ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. VII Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry...hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. VIII Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from... | |
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...line. 86 casements . . . alien corn: see seventh stanza of 'Ode to a Nightingale' (1819) by Keats: Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry...amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas in fairy lands forlorn. For Ruth, driven... | |
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