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" 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... "
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The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, Том 86

1820 - 606 страници
...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...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...

The Edinburgh magazine, and literary miscellany, a new series of The ..., Том 7

1820 - 596 страници
...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...midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth tby soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have eats in vain— To thy high...

Spirit of the English Magazines, Том 10

1821 - 488 страници
...many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than...pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still won lost thou sing, and I have ears in vain—- To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born...

Time's Telescope for ... ; Or, A Complete Guide to the Almanack

1823 - 400 страници
...many a time I have been half in love with easy Death, Called him ioft mimes in many a mused rhyme, . To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than...pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wonldst thou siug, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born...

The cabinet; or The selected beauties of literature [ed. by J. Aitken]., Том 1

Cabinet - 1824 - 440 страници
...many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, CalTd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than...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. VII....

The Every-day Book: Or Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements, Sports ...

William Hone - 1827 - 858 страници
...cease opon the midnight with no pain, While thou ait pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy 1 Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Г. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird I No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice...

Lord Byron and Some of His Contemporaries: With Recollections of the ..., Том 1

Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 512 страници
...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...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...

Lord Byron and Some of His Contemporaries: With Recollections of the ..., Том 1

Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 500 страници
...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...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...

The Every-day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calendar of ..., Том 2

William Hone - 1830 - 868 страници
...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...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...

The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 страници
...many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; [die, Now more than ever seems it rich to To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art...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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