 | 1842 - 504 стор.
...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 seema it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 стор.
...Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names ccstacy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in Tain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 стор.
...Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names , them art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy t Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears... | |
 | 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... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1845 - 484 стор.
...I listen, and, for many a time, I have been half in love with easeful 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 seize upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 стор.
...Darkling I listen; and, for many a time, I have been half in love with easeful Death, CalFd him soft names in many a mused rhyme To take into the air my quiet...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 стор.
...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...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 стор.
...Darkling I listen; and, for many a time, I have been half in love with easeful Death, CalPd him soft names in many a mused rhyme To take into the air my quiet...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 стор.
...I listen; and, for many a time, I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him sofi names in many a mused rhyme To take into the air my quiet...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 стор.
...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...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... | |
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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... 
