 | John Keats - 1874 - 320 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. vn. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice... | |
 | American periodicals - 1874 - 870 pages
...power of suggestiveness than the " Ode to a Nightingale." Listen but to one stanza of it : — Thou hqtZm' eB y + T G E K [K #1 K J o e$% J _5 W% г U ], O T %v x . heard this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown ; Perhaps the self-same song... | |
 | William Makepeace Thackeray - Electronic journals - 1874 - 802 pages
...power of suggestiveness than the " Ode to a Nightingale." Listen but to one stanza of it :— 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... | |
 | Readers and speakers - 1875 - 448 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—...immortal bird! '-. No hungry generations tread thee down ; * Darkling, in the dark. This is a purely poetical word. A beautiful illustration of its use occurs... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - American poetry - 1875 - 588 pages
...wide around, the woods Sigh to her song, and with her wail resound. THOMSON. THE NIGHTINGALE. THOU wast not born for death, immortal bird ! No hungry...night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown, — /s the selfsame song that found a path .rough the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, e stood... | |
 | Samuel Austin Allibone - Quotations, English - 1875 - 794 pages
...floated by, To the joyous birds of the woodland boughs, To the rangers of the sky. MRS. HEMANS. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry...night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown. KEATS. None but the lark so shrill and clear ! Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - American poetry - 1875 - 584 pages
...the woods Sigh to her song, and with her wail resound. THOMSON. THE NIGHTINGALE. THOU wast not horn for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations tread...down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard 34 35 Perhaps the self same song that found a path Through the sad heart of I'.uih, when, sick for... | |
 | Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers - American literature - 1876 - 870 pages
...And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk -rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies ore bom for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing... | |
 | Literary curiosities - 1876 - 386 pages
...upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul on high In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain,...and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a pathj Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn, The... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1876 - 599 pages
...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. 236 237 The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps... | |
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Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. 
