 | William Cullen Bryant - 1873 - 906 sider
...oldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of bees on summer eves. the r" л nicht atta ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in rain, — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
 | John Keats - 1873 - 402 sider
...eves. n. 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...such an ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. VII. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird... | |
 | Casket - 1873 - 874 sider
...eves. Darkling, I listen ; and, for many a time I have been InJf in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into...thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still would'st thou sing, and I have earsin vain, To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
 | John Keats - 1874 - 320 sider
...eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. vI. Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time I have been...thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. vn.... | |
 | 1876 - 564 sider
...oldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of bees on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been...thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad , In such an ecstasy ! Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The... | |
 | 1875 - 448 sider
...eves. 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...such an ecstacy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! '-.... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1876 - 599 sider
...eldest 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...thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain, — To thy high requiem become a sod. 236... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1876 - 288 sider
...eldest 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...thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain, — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou... | |
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Darkling I listen ; and, for 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 ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain,... 
