 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,...  The Library of Poetry and Song - Pagina 317geredigeerd door - 1925 - 1100 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Penny readings - 1866 - 304 pagina’s
...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...No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song... | |
 | Standard poetry book - 1866 - 300 pagina’s
...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...ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. VII. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice... | |
 | Moxon Edward and co - 200 pagina’s
...cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ectasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain —...Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song... | |
 | Jennie Wang - 1997 - 248 pagina’s
...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!...ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Evoked by love's last powerful cry, Ike is lost in a mood that is darksome and mysterious. "Then she... | |
 | William Harmon - 1998 - 386 pagina’s
...VII Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days...found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements,... | |
 | Mary Oliver - 1998 - 212 pagina’s
...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!...ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. VII Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I... | |
 | Guinn Batten - 1998 - 326 pagina’s
...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!...have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod.H If the poetic performative restored the melancholic Wordsworth and even the dejected Coleridge... | |
 | Andrew Motion - 1999 - 702 pagina’s
...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!...ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. As Keats contemplates quitting the world altogether, his grief about the loss of its mixed blessings... | |
 | Lucy Newlyn - 2000 - 432 pagina’s
...rather than forward, to a single implicated reader: No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days...found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn74 Marlon Ross, comparing Keats with Wordsworth,... | |
 | Michael Clark - 2000 - 272 pagina’s
...Nightingale": Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days...found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements,... | |
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