 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...  Chambers's Pocket Miscellany - Сторінка 861854 - 188 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | 1820 - 606 стор.
...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...In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain—- To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird... | |
 | 1821 - 488 стор.
...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 won lost thou sing, and I have ears in vain—- To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born... | |
 | 1823 - 400 стор.
...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 wonldst thou siug, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 стор.
...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 would'st thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod. VII.... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 512 стор.
...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...In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain—- To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird... | |
 | William Hone - 1830 - 868 стор.
...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...In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. 7. Thou wast not born for death, immortal... | |
 | Harp - 1836 - 380 стор.
...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...In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird... | |
 | William Hone - 1837 - 936 стор.
...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...In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. 7. Thou wast not born for death, immortal... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 стор.
...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...In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird... | |
 | William Hone - 1837 - 874 стор.
...mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cfase upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy 1 Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. r. Thou wast... | |
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