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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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Nightingale Valley: A Collection, Including a Great Number of the Choicest ...

William Allingham - English poetry - 1860 - 288 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 1 Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. VII....
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Poets of England and America; being selections from the best authors of both ...

England - English poetry - 1860 - 472 pages
...cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an cestacy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem becomeĢ sod. vn. Thou was not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice...
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A Compendious History of English Literature, and of the English ..., Volume 2

George Lillie Craik - English language - 1861
...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 would'st thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast...
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A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

Thomas Shorter - 1861
...mus&d rhyme, To tnke 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 woulrlst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not...
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The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English ...

Francis Turner Palgrave - English poetry - 1861 - 346 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 ! Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice 1...
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A manual of English literature and of the history of the English language ...

George Lillie Craik - English language - 1862 - 536 pages
...mused rhjme, 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 would'st thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast...
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THE POETICAL WORKS OF JOHN KEATS

1863
...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 ! Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I...
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A Manual of English Literature, and of the History of the English Language ...

George Lillie Craik - English language - 1863 - 536 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 eestasy ! Still wonld'st thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou...
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The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language

English poetry - 1863 - 405 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...
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Under Green Leaves

Richard Henry Studdard - 1865
...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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