 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 by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick...  THE NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE. - Сторінка 78автори: William Harrison ainsworth - 1860Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | 1820 - 646 стор.
...spectre-thin, and dies ; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow \nd leaden-eyed despairs. The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor...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... | |
 | 1905 - 606 стор.
...love-poet's most perfect rhythm was mingled with its notes as he listened to the song, — ' Thou wert not born for death, Immortal Bird, No hungry generations tread thee down.' Amongst the ripples of every stream he caught echoes of Wordsworth's river sonnets, and whether alone,... | |
 | 1820 - 606 стор.
...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 ! 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... | |
 | 1820 - 596 стор.
...ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have eats in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! ,.„, ' No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I heat this passing night, was heard In ancient days by çmperor and clow» : Perhaps the self-same song... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 стор.
...Still wonltlit thou sing, and I have ears in vain-— . i <. ' To thy high requiem become a sod. 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 by emperor and clown : . Perhaps the self-same song... | |
 | 1821 - 488 стор.
...! No hungry generations teead thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In antient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Tbro' the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the aiien corn ; The rsme... | |
 | 1823 - 400 стор.
...ecstasy ! Still wonldst thou siug, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In antient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 стор.
...ecstacy ! Still would'st thou sing, and I have 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 hear this passing night, was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song... | |
 | William Hone - 1827 - 858 стор.
...Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird I No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice 1 hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor...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 Charmed magic... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 512 стор.
...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 ! 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... | |
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