 | William Mountford - Death - 1852 - 542 pages
...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. He died where there are more nightingales than there are here ; and we will hope he felt at the last... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1852 - 680 pages
...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 ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem beeome a sod. Thou wast not... | |
 | George William Curtis - Atlantic States - 1852 - 214 pages
...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 ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem a sod." So sang Keats... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - English poetry - 1852 - 438 pages
...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 ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
 | George William Curtis - Atlantic States - 1852 - 216 pages
...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 ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod. So sang... | |
 | English poetry - 1853 - 552 pages
...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 ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast... | |
 | Poets, American - 1853 - 560 pages
...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 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... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 pages
...the air my quiet breath — Now more than 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 sing, and I have ears in vain, To thy high requiem become a sod. And that remembrance... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - Country life - 1854 - 482 pages
...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 ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - Country life - 1854 - 592 pages
...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 ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast... | |
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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... 
