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" To 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. "
The Poetical Works of John Keats - Página 215
por John Keats, Francis Turner Palgrave - 1884 - 284 páginas
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The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, Volumen201

1905
...love-poet's most perfect rhythm was mingled with its notes as he listened to the song, — ' Thou wert not born for death, Immortal Bird, No hungry generations tread thee down.' Amongst the ripples of every stream he caught echoes of Wordsworth's river sonnets, and whether alone,...
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The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, Volumen86

1820
...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 born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear...
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The Edinburgh magazine, and literary miscellany, a new series of ..., Volumen7

1820
...ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have eats in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! ,.„, ' No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I heat this passing night, was heard In ancient days by çmperor and clow» : Perhaps the self-same song...
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Spirit of the English Magazines, Volumen10

1821
...midnight with no pain. While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still won lost thou sing, and I have ears in vain—- To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations teead thee down ; The voice I hear...
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Time's Telescope for ... ; Or, A Complete Guide to the Almanack

1823
...no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wonldst thou siug, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear...
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The cabinet; or The selected beauties of literature [ed. by J. Aitken].

Cabinet - 1824 - 420 páginas
...upon the midnight with no pain, ' While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy ! Still would'st thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod. VII. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice...
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The Every-day Book: Or Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements, Sports ...

William Hone - 1827
...cease opon the midnight with no pain, While thou ait pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy 1 Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Г. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird I No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice...
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Lord Byron and Some of His Contemporaries: With Recollections of ..., Volumen1

Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 440 páginas
...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 born for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear...
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The Every-day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calendar of ..., Volumen2

William Hone - 1830
...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. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird I No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice...
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Abaddon, the Spirit of Destruction: And Other Poems

Sumner Lincoln Fairfield - 1830 - 157 páginas
...himself. What can be more distinct, beautiful, and true, than this address to the nightingale : — " 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...
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