 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 oldal
...mid-May's eldest child The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine. The murmurous haunt of bees 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1851 - 282 oldal
...for many a time, I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a united rhyme To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more...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 ! JVo... | |
 | George William Curtis - 1852 - 214 oldal
...plunge, that it woos and woos you to lay your head upon its breast and slide into dreamless sleep. " Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time, I have been...such an ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem a sod." So sang Keats to the nightingale which sang to him ; and whoever... | |
 | George William Curtis - 1852 - 216 oldal
...plunge, that it woos and wooa you to lay your head upon its breast and slide into dreamless sleep. Darkling, I listen ; and, for many a time, I have...such an ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod. So sang Keats to the nightingale which sang to him,... | |
 | William Mountford - 1852 - 542 oldal
...die ; it is what he felt while he was listening to the nightingale once, and I suppose in the dark. Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been...thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy. He died where there are more nightingales than there are here ; and we will hope he felt at... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 oldal
...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... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1852 - 680 oldal
...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...breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To seize upon the midnight with no pain. While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 588 oldal
...Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soil names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air...thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy 1 Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain, — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
 | English poetry - 1853 - 552 oldal
...eves. Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful death, (-'ailed 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... | |
 | 1853 - 560 oldal
...Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme To take into the air my quiet hreath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the...such an ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vainTo thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry... | |
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Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful 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 midnight with no pain,... 
