 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
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1872 - 582 páginas
...Death, Called 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... | |
 | John Wesley Hales - 1872 - 552 páginas
...thinking particularly of the Ode to the Nightingale: " Darkling I listen ; and for many a time 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... | |
 | Society for promoting Christian knowledge - 1872 - 266 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... | |
 | John Keats - 1873 - 402 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... | |
 | Casket - 1873 - 874 páginas
...Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more ruth." pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still would'st thou sing, and... | |
 | John Keats - 1874 - 320 páginas
...Death, Called 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... | |
 | Dublin city, univ - 1875 - 386 páginas
...the skylark and his song suggests Wordsworth's poem beginning " Ethereal minstrel" ? (c). Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain. When? (/). I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away this life of care Which I have... | |
 | 1876 - 564 páginas
...Death, Called 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 ! Thou wast not born for death,... | |
 | 1875 - 448 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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1876 - 599 páginas
...Death, Called 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... | |
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