 | 1842 - 480 页
...of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen; and, for many a tune, I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd...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... | |
 | 1895 - 862 页
...listen ; and for many a 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,...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 页
...soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it $ ccstacy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in Tain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 页
...child. The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and. for many a time, I have been half...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 页
...child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time, I have been half...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 页
...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,...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 页
...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,...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 页
...sofi 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,...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... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 340 页
...The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Yl. Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in...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... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 348 页
...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,...abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and.l have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. " . vn. » Thou wast not born for death,... | |
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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... 
