 | 1843 - 368 psl.
...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 pouring...— To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not bom for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing... | |
 | Readings - 1843 - 466 psl.
...soul abroad I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I...become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird ! Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 psl.
...cease upon the midnight with no pain, While them art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy t blended with the lights of eve ; Ana she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Geneviève! beard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1845 - 484 psl.
...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...art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy 1 Still would'st thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast... | |
 | 1895 - 862 psl.
...time I have been half in love with easeful death. Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Doubly welcome as the solution of all life's riddles is the idea of death, but to Keats it is no... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 psl.
...mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease t $ ccstacy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in Tain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 psl.
...cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain —...become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird ! JVo hungry generations tread thee down : The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 psl.
...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 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... | |
 | Anna Maria Hall - 842 psl.
...numberless Singest of summer in full-throated eaw. . . Now, more than ever, it scems rieli to dic, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an eatacy I Still would'st thou sing, and I have ears in vain — ' To thy hu'lt requicm become a sod.... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 psl.
...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 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... | |
| |
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 the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While... 
