 | George Croly - 1850 - 442 psl.
...To cease upon rtie midnight witli no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such.au ecstasy ! Still would'st thou sing, and I have ears...born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations trend thee down ; The voice I hour this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1851 - 282 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... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1852 - 680 psl.
...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...sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem beeome a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ;... | |
 | William Mountford - 1852 - 542 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 ecstasy. He died where there are more nightingales than there are here ; and we will hope he felt at the last... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 588 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 ecstasy 1 Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain, — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast... | |
 | George William Curtis - 1852 - 214 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 a sod." So sang Keats... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 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... | |
 | George William Curtis - 1852 - 216 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. So sang... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 psl.
...the air my quiet breath — Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight tcilh no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad...have ears in vain, To thy high requiem become a sod. And that remembrance leads him to compare his lot with the nightingtle's. That self-same tune had been... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1853 - 548 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...such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have care in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. 7. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird !... | |
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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... 
