 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...  Ignorant Essays - Página 109por Richard Dowling - 1888 - 195 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 páginas
...easeful Death, Caltd 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 thou art pouring forth thy soul ahroad In such an ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 páginas
...Death, Call'd him sofi 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 thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 páginas
...easeful Death, CalPd 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 thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 páginas
...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 thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 páginas
...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 thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an eestasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 páginas
...easeful Death, CalFd 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 thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 páginas
...easeful death, CalPd 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 thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an eestasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 340 páginas
...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 thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and... | |
 | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - 1847 - 252 páginas
...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."—Keats. My curst descend on all that twines Its jugglery, $c. " Our armies swore terribly in... | |
 | John Keats - 1847 - 280 páginas
...mused rhyme, Darkling I listen; and for many a time 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... | |
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