 | 1856 - 482 стор.
...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...! 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... | |
 | Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - 1856 - 512 стор.
...death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Xow more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the...thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an eestasy. • Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod."... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1857 - 374 стор.
...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...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... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 426 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...ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vainTo thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations... | |
 | Aubrey Thomas De Vere - 1858 - 298 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... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 644 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...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... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 642 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 eestasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast... | |
 | William Hone - 1859 - 880 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. r. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations... | |
 | John Keats - 1859 - 524 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 be'come a sod. Thou... | |
 | William Allingham - 1860 - 316 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 1 Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. VII.... | |
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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... 
