 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...  The National Review - Strana 377upravili: - 1856Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | 1820 - 606 str.
...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 ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain—- To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
 | 1820 - 596 str.
...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 thou art pouring forth tby soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have eats in vain— To thy high... | |
 | 1821 - 488 str.
...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...thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still won lost thou sing, and I have ears in vain—- To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
 | 1823 - 400 str.
...Death, Called him ioft mimes 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 ecstasy ! Still wonldst thou siug, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 str.
...Death, CalTd 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. VII.... | |
 | William Hone - 1827 - 858 str.
...cease opon the midnight with no pain, While thou ait 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. Г. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird I No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 512 str.
...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 ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain—- To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 500 str.
...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 ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
 | William Hone - 1830 - 868 str.
...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 ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. 7.... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 str.
...cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an 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... | |
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