 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 стор.
...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...thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an eestacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 стор.
...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...thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
 | 1840 - 378 стор.
...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...In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and 1 have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird... | |
 | 1840 - 368 стор.
...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...pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still would st thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 554 стор.
...Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rbyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die. To cease upon the...thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an eestasy ! Still weuldst thou sing, nnd I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. 7.... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1842 - 440 стор.
...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...! 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... | |
 | 1862 - 512 стор.
...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...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. Thou... | |
 | 1843 - 368 стор.
...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...! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not bom for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations... | |
 | 1895 - 862 стор.
...: — Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful death. Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the...art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Doubly welcome as the solution of all life's riddles is the idea of death, but to Keats it is no... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 стор.
...Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more ccstacy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in Tain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
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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... 
