 | 1820 - 606 psl.
...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, While thou art...In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 psl.
...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...ancient days by emperor and clown : . Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, siek for Imme, Ste ttood in tears... | |
 | 1823 - 400 psl.
...no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wonldst thou siug, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become...; 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 Through the sad heart... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 500 psl.
...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, While thou art...In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for borne, She stood in tears... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 512 psl.
...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, While thou art...In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 psl.
...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...In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home She stood in tears... | |
 | Harp - 1836 - 380 psl.
...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, While thou art...In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Thro' the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 psl.
...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, While thou art...In ancient days by emperor and clown ; Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 psl.
...cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul ahroad In such an ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain —...clown : Perhaps the self- same song- that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 psl.
...cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an eestacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain —...In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears... | |
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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 hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown:... 
