| 1820 - 606 pages
...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 pages
...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 pages
...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... | |
| Vicesimus Knox - 1825 - 404 pages
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| William Hone - 1826 - 876 pages
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| Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 500 pages
...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 pages
...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 pages
...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 pages
...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 pages
...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... | |
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