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" Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick... "
The Golden Treasury: Selected from the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the ... - 280. oldal
szerző: Francis Turner Palgrave - 1916 - 387 oldal
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The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, 34. kötet

1820
...pale, and spectre-thin, and dies ; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow \nd leaden-eyed despairs. The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient...hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. ' p. 108-11 1. We must close our extracts with the following...

The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, 86. kötet

1820
...leaves And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-iosc, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of aies on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and, for many...amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm M magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn, pp. 108—111....

The Edinburgh magazine, and literary miscellany, a new series of ..., 7. kötet

1820
...thee down; The voice I heat this passing night, was heard In ancient days by çmperor and clow» : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through...tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times bath Cbarm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery binds forlorn, pp. 108—...

The cabinet; or The selected beauties of literature [ed. by J ..., 1. kötet

Cabinet - 1824 - 420 oldal
...ecstacy ! Still would'st 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...hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. VIII. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back...

The Every-day Book: Or Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements, Sports ...

William Hone - 1827
...Г. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird I No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice 1 hear this passing night was heard In ancient days...amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. 8. Forlorn !...

The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song: Selected from English and American ...

Charlotte Fiske Bates Rogé - 1832 - 882 oldal
...many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; [die, Now more than ever seems it rich to To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art...amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn ! the...

The Every-day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calendar of ..., 1. kötet

William Hone - 1837
...requiem become a sod. r. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread Ihee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard...amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. 8. Forlorn !...

The every-day book and table-book; or, Everlasting calendar of ..., 2. kötet

William Hone - 1837
...7. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird I No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice 1 hear this passing night was heard In ancient days...amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. 8. Forlorn !...

The poetical works of John Keats

John Keats - 1841 - 340 oldal
...more than ever seems it rich to die, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain —...lands forlorn. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell f$, To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed...

Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth Century

1842 - 490 oldal
...cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy! Still would'st thou sing, and I have ears in vain...hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, iu fairy land forlorn. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee...




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