 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
 | Martin Gardner - Poetry - 1992 - 226 pages
...ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. VII The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient...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... | |
 | Edith P. Hazen - Literary Criticism - 1992 - 1172 pages
...49 Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, (1. 51-52) 50 y of innuendos, (1. 13—15) 66 Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. (1. 63—70)... | |
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