 | John Keats - 1855 - 416 Seiten
...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,...thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an eestasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1855 - 510 Seiten
...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,...art pouring forth thy soul abroad, • In such an eestasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a- sod. Thou... | |
 | John Keats - 1856 - 326 Seiten
...child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. 6. Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in...into the air my 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... | |
 | Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - 1856 - 512 Seiten
...child, The coming musk,rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in...into the air my 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... | |
 | Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - 1856 - 512 Seiten
...child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in...mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Xow more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 436 Seiten
...child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time I have been half in...into the air my 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... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 426 Seiten
...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,...ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vainTo thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations... | |
 | Aubrey Thomas De Vere - 1858 - 298 Seiten
...child, The coming musk -rose full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and — for many a time I have been half...into the air my 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... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 642 Seiten
...dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time 1 have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd...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 thou art pouring "forth thy soul... | |
 | John Keats - 1859 - 524 Seiten
...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,...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 be'come a sod. Thou... | |
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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... 
