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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 Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany - 309. oldal
1820
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The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, 34. kötet

1820 - 646 oldal
...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...amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. ' p. 108-11...

The Indicator, 1. kötet

Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 oldal
...thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wonltlit thou sing, and I have ears in vain-— . i <. ' To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born...found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, siek for Imme, Ste ttood in tears amid the alien corn ; The sume that oft-times hath Charm'd magic...

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

1820 - 596 oldal
...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—...

Spirit of the English Magazines, 10. kötet

1821 - 488 oldal
...! No hungry generations teead thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In antient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Tbro' the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the aiien corn ; The rsme...

Time's Telescope for ... ; Or, A Complete Guide to the Almanack

1823 - 400 oldal
...! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In antient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same...found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick forbome, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements,...

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

Cabinet - 1824 - 440 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...amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. VIII. Forlorn...

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

William Hone - 1827 - 858 oldal
...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 !...

Lord Byron and Some of His Contemporaries: With Recollections of ..., 1. kötet

Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 512 oldal
...passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for...stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that ofttime hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.—...

The Every-day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calendar of ..., 2. kötet

William Hone - 1830 - 868 oldal
...passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same sons that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for...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

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 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...




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