| England - 1860 - Страниц: 532
...child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunts of flies on summer eves. vi. ' Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been...thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an cestacy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become« sod. vn.... | |
| William Allingham - 1860 - Страниц: 316
...eves. VI. 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...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. Thou... | |
| Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - Страниц: 356
...summer eves. 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...thou 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... | |
| Thomas Shorter - 1861 - Страниц: 438
...time I have been half hi love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mus&d rhyme, To tnke into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever...thou art 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... | |
| John Keats - 1863 - Страниц: 496
...eves. 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...such an ecstacy ! 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... | |
| John Keats - 1863 - Страниц: 370
...summer eves. 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...thou 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... | |
| Richard Henry Stoddard - 1865 - Страниц: 116
...and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets, covered up in leaves ; And mid-May's oldest child, Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been...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... | |
| David Grant - 1865 - Страниц: 428
...eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been...it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, Whilst thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and... | |
| Frances Martin - 1866 - Страниц: 506
...eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been...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... | |
| Penny readings - 1866 - Страниц: 304
...summer eves. 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...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... | |
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