 | 1869 - 254 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... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1869 - 810 Seiten
...dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer even. Darkling I listen ; and for ninny a time 1 have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd...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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 Seiten
...soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Kow, more than ever, seems it k On the chafed ocean side ? There is a Power whose...thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert wmildst thou sing, and I have ears in vain, — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born... | |
 | Francis Henry Underwood - 1871 - 664 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,...pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! 411 412 HAND-BOOK OF ENGLISH LITERATURE. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations... | |
 | Society for promoting Christian knowledge - 1872 - 266 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... | |
 | John Wesley Hales - 1872 - 552 Seiten
...of the Ode to the Nightingale: " Darkling I listen ; and for many a time 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." 27.... | |
 | John Keats - 1873 - 402 Seiten
...The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of the flies on summer eves. n. 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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1873 - 906 Seiten
...soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now, more than ever, seems it Ah ! no more : thou break's! my heart. CEOKGE HERBERT....as I am, — without one plea, But that thy blood rain, — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird ! No hungry... | |
 | Casket - 1873 - 874 Seiten
...nuirmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling, I listen ; and, for many a time I have been InJf in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names...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... | |
 | William Mountford - 1874 - 546 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. He died where there are more nightingales than there are here ; and we will hope he felt at... | |
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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... 
