...strain of song-birds in the dim past and the very present : thus Keats with the nightingale — "Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry...Perhaps the selfsame song that found a path Through the sad tears of Ruth. when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn." And so Hood of the...

...ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain, — To thy high requiem become a sod. 4 Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry...Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Euth, when, sick for home, 1 The Dryads were the classical nymphs of the forest, or of...

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...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. As Keats contemplates quitting the world altogether, his grief about the loss of its mixed blessings...

...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. LIDGATE: I say, that's wonderful. May I just look? (Takes the book from BARMBY.J "Now more than ever...

...geschichtlich einmalige Identität, die er sich durch sein eigenes Sprechen zu Bewußtsein bringt: The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: [...] The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements [...] [...] in faery lands forlorn. VIII....

...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.~7 Keats's actual death, in cruel and bitter irony, was anything but a ceasing upon the midnight...

...died and she subsequently became regent. 76. king and doom: cf. Keats's 'Ode to a Nightingale', 63-4: 'The voice I hear this passing night was heard | In ancient days by emperor and clown . . . '. 80-1. Dante: exiled from Florence, he died in Ravenna. He was interred in the church of S....

...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 —...clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path 'Fays: fairies. In Your Notebook: When you hear the first few bars of music by a group you like, you...

...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. Here, death takes on all the appeal of luxurious, eroticized vitality, in contrast to the sphere of...