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" 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 thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! "
Spirit of the English Magazines - Page 441
1821
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The every-day book and table-book; or, Everlasting calendar of ..., Volume 2

William Hone - 1837
...eldest 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 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...
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The moral and intellectual school book

William Martin - Readers - 18?? - 348 pages
...eldest 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 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...
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The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838
...eldest 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 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...
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The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838
...eves. Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time, I have heen half in love with easeful Death, Call'd 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 midnight with no pain, While thou...
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Selections from the British Poets, Volume 2

Fitz-Greene Halleck - English poetry - 1840
...eldest 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 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...
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The poetical works of John Keats

John Keats - 1841 - 340 pages
...eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. VI. 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 ah- my quiet breath ; Now more than ever...
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Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth Century

American poetry - 1842 - 490 pages
...eldest 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 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...
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The Living Age ..., Volume 206

1895
...beantiful ; and closely allied with this view of nature comes to the poet the thought of death : — Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful death. Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring...
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Imagination and fancy; or Selections from the English poets, with critical ...

Leigh Hunt - 1845
...eldest 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 love with easeful Death, Caltd him soft names in many a mused rhyme To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever...
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Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ...

Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 255 pages
...eldest 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 love with easeful Death, Call'd him sofi names in many a mused rhyme To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever...
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