...the outline of her full lips and pouted into the mirror, in anticipation of the day ahead. ******* "For many a time I have been half in love with easeful death...." Why did the words keep echoing in her head Shuba wondered? Lata Shastri would be happy to know that...

...head up your ass. DON Maybe I'll read for a while. LEPORELLO D. J ... DON (Reading from a book) ". . . many a time I have been half in love with easeful death ..." LEPORELLO Donny. Donny. Yo! (To audience) Can somebody help me out here? Any of you ladies feel...

...erratic years — this figure of James responds to an imperialist guilt as does Keats to the nightingale: 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...

...he quoted from the poem he'd read so many times, surprising himself with his perfect memory of it. " '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...

...name. Not her own; Death with a capital D. She could think of a dozen poems on death right now. . . .for many a time I have been half in love with easeful...names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air rny quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it ricli to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain...

...and thank God it has come." One is here put in mind of the sixth stanza from "Ode to a Nightingale": 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...

...toward the door. He stopped closer to the door and Edward, away from Dolph, but turned to the big man. " '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.' " "Are you threatening me?" Dolph asked, in a voice gone...

...his pursuit of that song includes a willing submission to the deadly atra voluptas that attends it: [F]or 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...

...you know about death?" I tell him I've read Ode to a Nightingale for school, and when John Keats says "Many a time I have been half in love with easeful death" and "Now more than ever it seems rich to die," I take it that he means he actually sees his fortune...

...like a bell / To toll me back from thee to my sole self!'" says Beatrice. "Remember the other bit? 'Darkling I listen; and, for many a time / I have...Death, / Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme.'" "The very thing! Good woman." "Keats, Lily." "That's very apt." "That's what they call associative...