 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...  The Poetical Works of John Keats - Страница 202по John Keats - 1847 - 256 странициПълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 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...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... | |
 | George William Curtis - 1852 - 216 страници
...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...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... | |
 | George William Curtis - 1852 - 214 страници
...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...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... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1852 - 680 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 ever seems it rich to die, To seize upon the midnight with no pain. While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 580 страници
...cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou 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 not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear... | |
 | English poetry - 1853 - 552 страници
...a time I have been half in love with easeful death, (-'ailed 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... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1853 - 548 страници
...many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Caird him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than...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 !... | |
 | 1853 - 560 страници
...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... | |
 | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - 1853 - 690 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...it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain. — (Keats.) 58. Unb Ьоф Cat ЗеикшЬ einen braunen Saft, in jener 91афс, nírfjt auegetrunfen.... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 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...ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight tcilh no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou... | |
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