 | William Howitt - Durham (England) - 1842 - 634 pages
...thousand years ago. John Keats felt this truth when he addressed the nightingale: — Thou wert not made for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear to-night, the same was heard In ancient days, by emperor and clown. This castle, as all this district,... | |
 | Readings - English poetry - 1843 - 466 pages
...been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain—...become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird ! Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,... | |
 | English poetry - 1843 - 368 pages
...cease upon the midnight with no pain, While 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 wast not bom for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - English language - 1845 - 484 pages
...mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To seize upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring...immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; * Shelley had probably this line in his ear, when in the Preface to his Adonais, which is an elegy... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 pages
...pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ccstacy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in Tain — «elf-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in... | |
 | Robert Chambers - Authors, English - 1844 - 738 pages
...cease upon the midnight with no pain, While them art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy t blended with the lights of eve ; Ana she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Geneviève! beard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 278 pages
...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 278 pages
...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1846 - 540 pages
...cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an eestasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain,...In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the sclf-snme song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1846 - 332 pages
...cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain —...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... | |
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Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. 
