 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 438 стор.
...Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mus&d rhyme, To tnke 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 woulrlst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1861 - 580 стор.
...mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To seize upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring...Still would'st 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... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 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...art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice 1... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1862 - 578 стор.
...mused rhjme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To seize upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring...Still would'st 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... | |
 | 1863 - 438 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... | |
 | John Keats - 1863 - 370 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...art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1865 - 120 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... | |
 | Standard poetry book - 1866 - 300 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. VII. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations... | |
 | Penny readings - 1866 - 304 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... | |
 | Frances Martin - 1866 - 506 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... | |
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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... 
