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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... "
The Every-day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calendar of Popular ... - Page 253
by William Hone - 1837
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Proceedings of the Literary & Philosophical Society of Liverpool, Issue 22

Literary and Philosophical Society of Liverpool - 1868
...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 La vain To thy high requiem, become a sod." From that new...
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Chambers's Pocket Miscellany, Volume 3

1854
...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 become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear...
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Beauties of the British Poets, with a Few Introd. Observations

George Croly (Rev., ed) - 1854
...mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more thnn ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such au ecstasy ! Still would'st thou sing, and I have ears in vain—- To thy high requiem become a sod....
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Recollections of a Literary Life

Mary Russell Mitford - Authors - 1855 - 558 pages
...musfed 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 I Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears is vain, — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast...
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The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and New

Susan Fenimore Cooper - Country life - 1855 - 428 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 eestasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a- sod. Thou...
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The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and New

Susan Fenimore Cooper - Country life - 1855 - 428 pages
...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 eestasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou...
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The Poetical Works of John Keats

John Keats - 1855 - 350 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 eestasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou...
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Poetry: selected for the use of schools and families by A. Bowman

Anne Bowman - 1856 - 292 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. VII. Thou...
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The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life

Country life - 1856 - 428 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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The National Review, Volume 3

Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - 1856
...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 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."...
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