| Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 Seiten
...qinet 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...Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— I .- . ' To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry... | |
| 1820 - 596 Seiten
...ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the 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 requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! ,.„,... | |
| Leigh Hunt - 1822 - 616 Seiten
...forlli thy soul abroad In sucli an ecstasy ! Still would«t tliou •-in;', nnd I have ears in oiiv To thy 'high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for dealh, immortal Bird'! No hungry generation* tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night... | |
| 1823 - 400 Seiten
...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 wonldst thou siug, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born... | |
| Cabinet - 1824 - 440 Seiten
...upon the midnight with no pain, ' While 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. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the... | |
| William Hone - 1827 - 858 Seiten
...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... | |
| George Croly - 1828 - 430 Seiten
...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 would'st thou sipg, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal... | |
| Sumner Lincoln Fairfield - 1830 - 172 Seiten
...himself. What can be more distinct, beautiful, and true, than this address to the nightingale : — " Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I heard this passing night, was heard In ancient days, by emperor and clown ; Perhaps the self same song... | |
| 1821 - 488 Seiten
...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 woulust thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born... | |
| George Croly - 1831 - 436 Seiten
...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 would' st thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born... | |
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