 | Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 pages
...qinet 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...Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— I .- . ' To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry... | |
 | 1820 - 596 pages
...ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth tby soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have eats in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! ,.„,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1822 - 616 pages
...forlli thy soul abroad In sucli an ecstasy ! Still would«t tliou •-in;', nnd I have ears in oiiv To thy 'high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for dealh, immortal Bird'! No hungry generation* tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night... | |
 | 1823 - 400 pages
...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 ! Still wonldst thou siug, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 pages
...upon the midnight with no pain, ' While 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. VII. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the... | |
 | William Hone - 1827 - 858 pages
...cease opon the midnight with no pain, While thou ait pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy 1 Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Г. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird I No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice... | |
 | George Croly - 1828 - 430 pages
...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 ! Still would'st thou sipg, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal... | |
 | Sumner Lincoln Fairfield - 1830 - 172 pages
...himself. What can be more distinct, beautiful, and true, than this address to the nightingale : — " Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I heard this passing night, was heard In ancient days, by emperor and clown ; Perhaps the self same song... | |
 | 1821 - 488 pages
...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! Still woulust thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born... | |
 | George Croly - 1831 - 436 pages
...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 ! Still would' st thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born... | |
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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... 
