 | William Hone - 1837 - 936 oldal
...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...same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. 8. Forlorn ! the very word is like a... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 oldal
...thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an eestacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou...amid the alien corn ; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn ! the... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 oldal
...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...and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a patl] Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ;... | |
 | 1840 - 378 oldal
...thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and 1 have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou...found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; [home, The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic... | |
 | John Keats - 1841 - 254 oldal
...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...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. Forlorn ! the... | |
 | 1862 - 512 oldal
...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. Thou...amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm' d magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in fairy land forlorn. Forlorn ! the... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1842 - 440 oldal
...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...found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; rlom ! the very word is like a bell To toll... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1845 - 484 oldal
...daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so swef place." The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient...same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faerv lands forlorn. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 oldal
...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...amid the alien corn ; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn." Forlorn ! the... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 oldal
...thou art pouring forth thy soul ahroad In such an ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou...tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.^ Forlorn ! the... | |
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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,... 
