 | Literary and Philosophical Society of Liverpool - 1868 - 310 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." From that new... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - English literature - 1869 - 810 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... | |
 | Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1869 - 596 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... | |
 | Andrew Motion - Biography & Autobiography - 1999 - 702 pages
...mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever it seems 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. As Keats contemplates... | |
 | Timothy Patrick Jackson - Religion - 1999 - 268 pages
...and nonbeing, natural beauty and physical death: 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! But thoughts of human suffering- "hungry generations," "the sad heart of Ruth," and "faery lands forlorn"... | |
 | Jack Stillinger - Literary Criticism - 1999 - 199 pages
...death in the sixth stanza of Ode to a Nightingale: 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! The richness of this thought is immediately nullified by the realism of mortal extinction: "Still wouldst... | |
 | Linda Underhill - Nature - 1999 - 168 pages
...not exaggerating when he wrote of the nightingale: 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! IN THE HEART OF THE WILD : \~J Of course, songbirds have not evolved for our benefit only, much as... | |
 | Juliette Huxley - Biography & Autobiography - 1999 - 424 pages
...like. The Berg must be bursting with confessions — cries for help — and all the symphonies of love, "while thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad in such an ecstasy." And here now is a glimmer of sun, timid and vanishing in snow clouds. Time for lunch — which is the... | |
 | Aldous Huxley, David Bradshaw, James Sexton - Drama - 2000 - 140 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. LIDGATE: I say,... | |
 | Thomas McFarland - Language Arts & Disciplines - 2000 - 268 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.~7 Keats's actual... | |
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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... 
