 | Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - Periodicals - 1856 - 512 pages
...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."... | |
 | Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - Periodicals - 1856 - 512 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 Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod." In such an ecstasy.... | |
 | John Keats - 1856 - 326 pages
...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 reoniiem become a sod. 7Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - American poetry - 1857 - 426 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 vainTo thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - American literature - 1857 - 374 pages
...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 not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - American poetry - 1857 - 436 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 au eestasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain—- To thy high requiem become a sod.... | |
 | Aubrey Thomas De Vere - 1858 - 298 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 not... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - American poetry - 1858 - 642 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 wast... | |
 | William Hone - 1859 - 880 pages
...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 —...death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice 1 hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and cluwn : Perhaps... | |
 | John Keats - 1859 - 524 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 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... 
